Me
French fries and strawberry cheesecake.
Whiskey35
How was it?
Me
So far, I’ve only had a few fries, some whipped cream, and a strawberry. But those were good.
Whiskey35
Why haven’t you dug into the dessert?
Me
Because I’m talking to you. I’m only going to take a few bites of it anyway. It’s a giant piece. The kind of size you share, not eat yourself, unless you’re into stomachaches.
Whiskey35
Are you offering to share it with me?
My thumbs hovered above the keyboard as I stared at the screen. My description of the cheesecake had been intentional,hadn’t it? Did I know exactly what I was doing when I typed that?
Or had I just wanted to feel wanted?
What I did know was that his response was the reason I was wiggling in bed, no longer able to lie still, so I sat up, crossed my legs, and scooped the nearby pillows, pulling them closer.
Alivia, you know you can’t get a single feeling involved, so why are you playing with fire?
Me
Yes, I guess I am.
Whiskey35
Why don’t you bring yourself up to my room? With or without the cheesecake.
Me
When?
Whiskey35
Now.
As my knuckles lightly tapped Whiskey’s door, I sucked in a deep breath, anticipating what it would feel like to see him again. Would that fluttering in my stomach return, that rush of tingles that went straight to my chest and beat even faster than my heart? Or would I feel?—
“It’s like you never left.” He stood in the cracked doorway, shirtless, the hallway light causing his silver metal chain to shimmer. His beautiful green eyes were so absorbed and intent on me that I almost didn’t dip my gaze and catch sight of his bulging pecs.
Almost … but not quite.
Shit.
The flutter was there. But instead of a tickle, like the butterfly wings I’d felt earlier, this was a throbbing.
A strong one, the strongest.
