"Please."
The smile that breaks across his face is worth every awkward minute of this party.
Our walkback to my house is quiet, Gavin's hand warm in mine. Every step, I'm aware of the letter waiting in my room. Should I tell him? It's too early, right? We just started dating. But if I get in...
"You've been distracted all night," Gavin says softly. "Was it really that bad? I know Bradley was an asshole, but most of the guys?—"
"It wasn't that." I squeeze his hand. "Your teammates were great. Mostly."
"Then what?"
I might be moving to Switzerland,and that sticks in my throat.
"Just nervous," I say instead. "First official date and all."
He stops walking, turning to face me under a streetlight. "Doc, we can take this as slow as you want. No pressure for anything."
God, he's so fucking earnest. So good. And I'm already planning my exit strategy.
"I know," I whisper.
We start walking again, and somehow we're at my house in the blink of an eye. The porch light is on, but the windows are dark; the guys must be in their rooms.
"Want to come up?" The words tumble out before I can stop them.
Gavin's eyes widen slightly. "Yeah?"
"Just to hang out," I clarify quickly. "The night's still young and all."
That's a lie. I want his mouth on mine. Want to forget about Switzerland, interviews, and everything that isn't his hands on me.
My room feels smaller with him in it. He looks around, taking in my meticulously organized desk, the color-coded study schedule on my wall, and the anatomy posters.
"Very you," he says with a smile.
"Shut up." But I'm smiling too.
He sits on my chair, and my brain immediately shorts out because of Gavin. Sitting right beside my bed and looking at me with those brown eyes.
"Come here," he says softly.
I move between his spread knees, his hands finding my waist. Even sitting, he's almost eye level with me.
"Been wanting to kiss you all night," he admits.
"So kiss me."
He does.
It's nothing like the careful kisses I've had before with other guys. Those were tentative, testing. This is...damn.His mouth is hot and sure, one hand sliding up to cup the back of my neck. I make a noise that would be embarrassing if I could think.
He pulls me closer, and I go willingly, straddling his lap because it's the only way this works. The angle's better like this; it lets me thread my fingers through his hair, and hear the way he groans when I tug slightly.
This is fine,I tell myself.I've kissed guys before. I've been in laps before. This is?—
He nips at my bottom lip, and my brain whites out.
Fuck. Okay. Not fine. Very not fine in the best way.
