I closed my eyes as both pain and desire rushed through me like I had a fire hose over my head. One thing I knew: I shouldn’t do this.
“Bellini,” he said, his voice constricted.
“This is a bad idea,” I told him, my own voice cracking. “Very bad.”
“I like bad ideas sometimes.” He angled his head. He was so close, his mouth so close, it would take only a couple of inches and me up on tiptoe, and I could kiss the man I’d kissed all through high school and whose kisses had haunted me ever since.
“I feel like I’m going to give in here.” I stared resolutely at his chest as my whole body felt electrified.
“When do you think you’ll give in?”
Even then, he made me smile. I could feel his warmth. “Probably soon.”
“Time frame?” he whispered.
I knew him so well. In the past, we were best friends, we were boyfriend and girlfriend, we were passionate about each other. We did things together, we skied and hiked and hung out withfriends. I’d comforted him, he’d comforted me. We had the same sense of humor. We flirted. We passed notes in the hall. We thought we had a future together.
But the passion now between us—that was a passion for adults.
“I think I’m going to give in within a minute or two.” My voice was shaky. “What would you like to do?”
“I’d like to give in in a second or two.”
I closed my eyes again, fighting it. “That’s awfully soon.”
“Why are you fighting this, Bellini?”
“Oh, many reasons.” One huge reason—the reason he didn’t know, and I couldn’t tell him.
“Name one.”
“I think…” I paused. I could smell him. He smelled like pine trees and winter air and mint and Montana and home. “I can’t think of one right now. I can’t think. What about you?”
“I can’t think of any reason we should not be in my bed.”
“It’s a big bed.”
“Not so big you’ll get lost.”
“It looks comfy.”
“It is.”
“But if I got in it, I would have to get out of it.”
“Not necessarily. We could live in my bed for a few days and order takeout.”
I couldn’t resist. I truly couldn’t. It had been years since we’d been together, but the attraction was the same. Blazing out of control. I smiled up at him and leaned in, all resistance gone. It was us alone, together, Logan and me.
He saw it, and that was it. He put his warm palm to my face, and his mouth came down on mine, and I couldn’t remember my own name after that. I couldn’t remember if I had a name. I knew his, though, and I breathed it out when he picked me up and placed me gently on that fluffy bed, and without eventhinking, I whispered my truth, my voice choked up, “I have missed you so much, Logan.”
He lifted his head and said, “I have missed you every single day, Bellini. Every. Single. Day.”
I teared up, and I sniffled ingloriously, but our clothes were soon gone, because he was talented in that department, and I could not get enough of that man. I cried, a little, from loneliness and joy, and I even kissed a tear on his cheek, but the sex was absolutely fabulous—both times.
We fell asleep in each other’s arms, and later we did, somehow, end up against his wall, and I did straddle him like a gymnast, my head back.
I must have some sort of talent with premonitions or something…
