They feel like home.
Heath stiffens for a moment, then pulls me down with his hands on my hips and his mouth focused on devouring me.
In the silence of his room, with the rain tapping against the windows, we kiss for a long time, not leaving a single placeuntouched. His breath is warm and minty as it infuses into mine and fills me up.
Finally, he moves to the side of my neck and I can barely feel my lips. However, the tingles are there, sparking under the surface and inducing lust into my veins.
His mouth is soft and hot as it peppers kisses over my skin, stirring heat into the pit of my stomach.
“Please tell me to stop,” he begs. “Because tonight I won’t if you don’t ask me to.”
“No, don’t stop,” I plead.
I feel his hands climb up a little until they reach the hem of my sweatshirt. Raising his head, he meets my gaze, a question brimming in them.
I give him a nod.
Very slowly, he lifts it off my body until it’s completely gone.
Quickly, I shield my chest because I’m not wearing a bra. If I had any idea that I’d be here tonight, I would put on my best one—the one that would qualify as decent because before today I didn’t even care about how important that is.
Heath places his hands on my hips, his fingers rubbing circles over my bare skin. The touch is new and makes me lose my mind. His eyes don’t steer towards the area I’m trying my hardest to hide.
I know I lack in that department. After all, I’m super skinny. I only have bones, no meat.
“You are beautiful,” he says in a voice that is full of conviction. As if it isn’t a compliment but a fact.
“These aren’t,” I gesture to him.
“They are to me.” There is no speck of lie in his words.
I fold my arms tightly over my chest, desperately hiding every curve. Embarrassment washes over me like a bucket full of cold water making shivers race down my spine.
I’ve never felt more vulnerable.
“Rose,” he calls me softly, eyes locked on me.
I refuse to look at him, not when I can feel my chest cavity instead of breasts when I press hard against myself.
This was a huge mistake.
What was I thinking?
That’s right. I wasn’t thinking.
I just reached for him because I wanted him.
“Hey.” His lips meet my collarbone and I tremble.
I can’t do this.
It is too real.
“Baby,” he murmurs, tipping my chin back so we’re staring at each other. “Let me see them. Let me seeyou.”
“Are you sure?” I choke.
He nods.
