I lean back to look at him.Mine,some primal part of my brain hums.
I trace one finger down the centre of his chest until I hit the space where my lap meets his. Then I wander back up to his shoulders, cut with muscles that fill my hands so perfectly.
“Is this a good time to say I love you again? Because I really want to keep saying it.” I kiss his jaw and feel his cheek raise against me, smiling.
“Never stop saying it.” Warren brings two steady hands around my back and runs them up and down my spine, sending tingles through my nervous system. He kisses my shoulder as he wraps his arms around me fully, squeezing my waist between his arms. As he stands up, I wrap my legs around his back.
“Can I take you to my room?” he asks, voice heavy, but tone sincere.
I kiss him ferociously in response, desperate to show him how much I want him to.
Then, as we enter the hallway and near the bathroom, a sobering thought falls into our path. I pull away from our kiss to speak, missing his lips instantly.
“Warren?” I ask. He pushes his forehead to mine, collecting himself as best as he can, reeling from our kiss.
“Mm-hmm?”
“So… I sort of just remembered something.”
He comes back into the room, weary eyes meet mine. I look away, embarrassed.
“What?” He asks.
“I’m currently on my… period.”
“Oh.” He shuffles me up his body, his hands still holding me close.Would he?No.Right?He looks back down to my lips as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth…he might.
I stutter, “I’d prefer if… for our first time…”
“Okay, yes. Whatever you want.” He kisses my cheek and slowly lowers me to the ground.
I fiddle with my bra strap as I look away from him. My cheeks and chest flush.
“Hey… don’t do that.” He reaches out, taking my jaw in his hand like he did the day he moved in—in almost this exact spot. “We’ve waited; we can wait more.” He smiles, and I can’t help but match.
“Okay.” I nod hesitantly.Damn you, Eve.
“You still want to come in? Lie down with me?”
“Uh, yeah. Let me go get the monitor.”
Warren nods and kisses me on the temple before stepping towards his door.
I use the washroom, brush my teeth, and pull my hair back for sleep. Still buzzing all the while from our make-out session.I fetch our two glasses of water from the coffee table, the monitor, and a pillow from the couch, trying my best not to drop any of the items as I get back to Warren’s door and knock.
“Occupied.” He manages to sound sarcastic from inside the room.
I roll my eyes and push down on the handle. He smiles at my full arms and reaches out to take the pillow, switching the one under his head for it—placing his pillow where I will lie next to him. Down the bed is a T-shirt and boxers that, presumably, he’s chosen for me.
“I wasn’t sure if going to get pyjamas would wake Willow,” he says.
“Thanks.” I unhook my bra and let it slip to the floor before pulling his T-shirt over my head.
Warren’s eyes flare wide and he shoots up. “No, no. That was way too fast… do it again.” His voice strains.
I huff out a laugh and look down at the shirt he chose for me.
“Is this band merch? Damn, this makes me feel like a cool girl. The cool girl sleeps with the drummer of the band.”
