She gasps as my words land. I watch a myriad of emotions cross her face. Surprise, confusion, anger. “Travis Whatever Your Middle Name is Bennett!”
Now she’s really pissed. She comes closer and pushes me. Not hard but enough that I have to check my balance.
“It’s Gene, and I’m sorry, okay. For all of it. For not telling you it was my birthday, for remembering the best fucking night of my life, and for letting you think I was too drunk to know what the hell I was doing. But most of all I’m sorry you were, and I didn’t realize it. You asked me how I knew it was my fault.”
“Because you remember all of it.”
I nod.
She takes another step forward. I brace myself but she doesn’t push me again. “Why are you so, so…”
“Charming? Handsome? Irresistible?” I joke, hoping to ease some of the tension from the situation. She has every right to be mad and never speak to me again, but I can’t find it in me to be sorry.
“Yes. All those things. And sweet and thoughtful and you’re impossible to be mad at even though I really want to be.” Her tone is still angry, but her face softens.
My brows lift in surprise but before I can even fully process her words, she’s lifting onto her toes and pressing her mouth to mine.
My body takes over before my brain catches up to the fact Hannah is kissing me. Her warm, soft lips are on mine and her hands rest against my chest for balance. If I’m dreaming, don’t wake me up.
“I’m sorry,” I say, breaking away only long enough to speak.
“You should be.” Her arms move to wrap around my neck.
I chuckle softly into her mouth. “Let me make it up to you.”
I bend down to grab her ass and pull her up to me. She wraps her legs around my waist and kisses me deeper. I don’t wasteany time, crossing the room to my bed and depositing her on it. Her chest is rising and falling in the same quick way mine is. She stares at my chest and then lower as I unbutton my jeans.
“Did we do this before?”
“No.”
“Really? I thought…”
“We messed around, but we didn’t have sex.”
“Why not?”
“Is that really so surprising considering everything else that happened?”
“Sorry.” Her brows pinch together. “It’s just…”
She’s reeling. I can’t imagine what it must be like not to remember such an important night.
“I didn’t have a condom and so we decided we should wait and consummate the marriage properly once we got back in Moonshot.”
A short laugh shakes her upper body. “Did we actually say consummate?”
I think for a second. “Yes, but we were both drunk so I don’t think we should hold it against ourselves.”
Another small chuckle.
“We didn’t have sex,” she says more to herself than me, then asks, “What did we do?”
Instead of answering, I grab a hold of her left leg, just above the calf, and tug her so she falls back onto the mattress. I step between her legs and lean over to kiss her, brushing my mouth over her lips softly. “How about I show you?”
Her fingertips lightly scrape along my jaw as she nods.
I kiss her again, harder, channeling that night and the months since where I’ve thought of it so many times.
