Fuck me.
I screwed up.
Hope gapes. “What?”
“Yesterday, I told you that you’re my girl. Maybe I should have been more clear.” I run my thumb back and forth over her cheek. “I want you to be my girlfriend, Rose.”
Her cheeks turn red. “Girlfriend,” she repeats. “You and me.”
I nod. “You and me.”
“Um…I….” She tucks her hair behind her ear and closes her eyes. “I kinda assumed that you meant that yesterday but I wasn’t sure and told myself that maybe you just wanted me to be your… special girl. Not like a girlfriend. I was a bit confused because the way you hold me and kiss me made me feel like I was more.”
My breath gets stuck in my throat.
This is the first time she’s spoken exactly what’s on her mind without letting herself overthink and layer her words with lies.
It takes me a minute to find my voice. “Youaremore.”
She opens her eyes and stares back at me with such a heavy gaze. It’s filled with vulnerability and a magnitude of emotions I can barely decipher.
I can tell no one has ever uttered those words to her before.
Without thinking, I cup her face and smile down at her. “You are my special girlandgirlfriend, Hope.”
“Are you sure?” Doubt is thick in her tone.
“Yes, I’m sure.”
I’ve barely let those words out when her mouth is on me and she kisses me so hard my head spins.
Her hand rests on the back of my neck and her strokes get deeper and slow, devouring my mouth.
Everything about this kiss makes my feelings stronger for her.
Her fingers graze my scalp and I groan.
Chemicals mix like a fucking cocktail inside of me and I grab onto every string that I can to keep my control in reins.
Vivid images of explicit activities fill my head. And I hate myself for wanting to do all those things with her when she isn’t ready.
I swear if she saw the way I have her in my imagination she’ll break up with me and be out of the car in less than a minute.
No girl has ever driven me this crazy.
My hormones are high and fanatic like a fiend.
And fuck. When she kisses me like this, I lose my fucking mind.
Hope breaks the kiss, pulls away from me and faces the window. I lean my head against the headrest, panting like a fucking dog who ran a mile.
Fuck. Me.
Please.
I watch Hope through the side mirror, her cheeks are bright red and she’s breathing hard. After a moment, she touches her lips gently and finds them a bit swollen.
“Looks like you know how to kiss now,” I tease her.
