Literally.
That was a week ago.
Awholeweek.
And let me tell you—this past week? Pure torture.
We've been dating officially for seven days, and I swear, I've never known true suffering until now. Because every time we're alone, it's the same thing—kissing like we're seconds from setting off the fire alarm, only to stop right before things get interesting.
It's like emotional edging on god-tier difficulty and I'm one more make-out session away from chewing through drywall. At this point, I'm convinced we could power the Ridgewater grid with the heat between us alone.
And the worst part? We're both trying to play it cool.
We're still adjusting, still learning the rhythm ofus—but every time his mouth finds mine, it feels less like learning and more like remembering something my body's known forever.
He kisses like a sin and a prayer all at once, and I'm over here trying not to melt into a puddle of pure need.
But then—right when things start to really,reallybuild—Zach pulls back. Every. Damn. Time.
He's being all "gentlemanly." Respectful.
And yeah, okay, it's sweet. Adorable, even.
Except it's also driving me absolutely insane.
Like, hello? Didn't we already agree we're stupidly hot for each other?
What's stopping him? Divine intervention?
His hands never wander beyond my hips or thighs. That's it. No exploring, no wandering fingers, nothing. Just enough to make my brain short-circuit and then—boom—he stops.
Well, not tonight.
Tonight, I'm done being patient.
No more halfway. No more waiting.
If Zach Westbrook wants to keep being a gentleman, fine.
I'll just have to be the one who stops playing nice.
"Touch me, Zach..." I whisper against his lips, every word tangled with a kiss.
"W–what?" he rasps, voice wrecked.
I meet his gaze, pupils blown wide. "Touch me."
"Babe..." He swallows, his voice a low growl that sounds like it's fighting with his self-control. "I don't think that's a good idea."
"Why not?" I breathe, brushing my mouth over his jaw, taunting. "Don't you want me?"
His laugh is broken, disbelieving. "Are you kidding? I want you so bad it's driving me insane." His words come out rough, unsteady. "You have no idea how much I want to feel every inch of your skin, how much I need to be inside you..."
A rush of heat floods between my thighs, my body responding instantly to his words.
In one fluid motion, I straddle him, watching his expression transform with surprise, then unmistakable hunger.
The air between us seems to crackle with electricity.
