“You feel that?” he asked, voice low and ragged in my ear. “That’s what you do to me… still… after all this time.
Bryce’s chest molded to mine, all heat and hunger, while his hands slid down my waist like they’d never forgotten where to hold me.
The only thing I had on was a robe.
No bra. No panties. No protection. No excuse.
With one strong hand, Bryce slid beneath the hem of my robe, gripping a handful of my ass like it still belonged to him. His palm was rough, claiming, and spreading me just enough to feel how wet I’d already gotten, and how ready I was—even though I hadn't said a damn word.
His breath hitched low, deep, guttural.
“Damn,” he muttered, his fingers curling with purpose. “No panties, huh? You came in here like that, Chess?”
“Bryce,” I whispered again—weaker that time.
Pathetic.
“You walk in, looking like this, and I can’t even think straight. I miss you, C Baby,” he sweetly confessed, lips brushing my cheek. “I miss how you used to look at me like I was the only man on earth. I miss those little gasps you’d make when I kissed your neck, right... here.”
Bryce placed a slow, warm, and unhurried kiss beneath my ear like he was tasting a memory.
His Kiss? Soft. His Intentions? Not. My Heart? On Fire.
“And I miss how you used to grip my back like the world was ending, just from the way I stroked you,” he murmured, voice thick with need.
His confession was soft, raw, and spoken, like he’d been holding it in for too long.
My thighs pressed together on instinct, and my body betrayed me completely. My hips arched just enough to grind against him, slow and shamelessly.
I tried to back up. “Bryce, we—this—this isn’t a good—”
Bryce dipped down, whispering against my lips, “You think I haven’t noticed the way you’ve looked at me these last few days? The way your eyes drop to my mouth… or how you bite your lip every time I walk by, like you trying to hold in a memory?”
His fingers slid along my thigh, possessive but gentle.
“Your body still remembers me, even if your pride won’t admit it. Every curve on you used to belong to me… and deep down, you know it still does.”
My fingers curled into the edge of the sink behind me, steadying myself.
He chuckled softly. "Exactly. That part right there… the way you get quiet like you scared of what you’ll do if you let go.”
I hated how right he was… and how wet I was.
Then, just like that, he kissed my cheek again… slower that time, almost reverent.
“I ain’t gonna push… not today. But know this—I want you hot, bothered, and haunted by the feel of this dick that’s been loyal to your memory for two years. I’m waitingimpatientlyfor the moment you stop frontin’ and let me remind you exactly what the fuck you been missing.”
Then he stepped back, hands raised in mock innocence like he hadn’t just verbally bent me over a bathroom countertop and lit my soul on fire.
“You can go now.”
And I did. I stormed out with my head held high, my pride pretending not to limp, heart racing, and my pussy throbbing like it knew the man behind that voice hadnevermissed a beat.
“From Rivals to Real Talk: When Two Women Finally Drop the Shade and Share the Truth”
An hour later, the kitchen smelled like sweet butter, turkey bacon, smoked sausage, maple cinnamon, and flirtation. I moved like clockwork, slipping biscuits in the oven and drizzlingsyrup on fresh waffles. I didn’t just throw breakfast together; Iromancedthe stove. I wore the softest, curve-hugging loungewear I owned. I didn’t do it for Adrian—I didn’t care if he noticed me or not. The little feelings Imight’vehad for him were dead and buried… right next to the trust he killed. No, that was forme.
And, okay… perhaps it was also a little about getting under Isis’s skin and watching Bryce stumble over his words in my presence.I was petty, not perfect.
