I push off the counter, erasing the space between us and snaking my arms around his neck. Strong hands find my waist, the tension in his shoulders melting away as his thumbs begin to sweep back and forth.
“We’re good,” I whisper, raising to my tiptoes and pressing my mouth to his. He returns the kiss, his warmtongue ghosting over the seam of my lips and pushing inside when they part. He swallows the quiet moan that escapes me when his fingers drift down, gripping onto my ass and hauling me into him. We make out like teenagers, all the anxiety that’s been building inside me since I woke up falling away with every stroke of his tongue against mine.
Entirely too soon for my liking, he breaks the connection, breathing a relieved sigh as his forehead drops to mine. “I thought I fucked it up. You were?—”
“Freaking out a little bit,” I cut in, finishing his sentence. “Last night was unexpected, but I don’t regret any of it. I’m just trying to process everything.”
He nods, lifting a hand to my cheek. “Process however you need to, baby. I’m here if you want to talk, but I meant it when I said there’s no pressure for anything more. As long as you’re here, I’m happy.”
“I’m not going anywhere, Theo.” A soft smile plays at my lips. “Now will you please get out of here before you get fired?”
He rolls his eyes, kissing me chastely as he backs away. “They wouldn’t fire me. Who else has hands like these?” He raises said hands, wiggling his fingers. My imagination runs off, my pussy clenching around nothing when I remember how they felt inside me. I wish he didn’t have to leave right now, because I’d much rather be in his bed than preparing to clean out the vegetable drawer.
He tosses the strap of his duffel bag over his shoulder, shoots a charming wink my way, and disappears into the garage. The engine of his truck roars to life,eventually fading into the distance as he heads out of the driveway. I hate that I miss him already, although that’s nothing new. I’ve been finding myself counting down the minutes every time he’s away, then watching out the window in anticipation when it’s time for him to return.
I guess it’s safe to say that Theo Calloway is my best friend.
I chuckle under my breath, turning to the refrigerator as my phone vibrates against the marble countertop. I assume it’s Theo checking in on me already, as he sometimes does, which is why I’m surprised when a text notification from Sydney Grant flashes across my screen. I exchanged numbers with all the girls the day I moved in here, and they added me to their group chat immediately. Even though I haven’t known them long outside of serving their drinks at the club, they’ve made me feel so accepted.
SYDNEY:
Are we still on for girls’ night? I’m in need of a facial that doesn’t end in me being severely underwhelmed.
LIVVY:
You’re not talking about beauty treatments, are you?
SYDNEY:
No. No, I’m not.
(Livvy Grant has left the chat.)
(Sydney Grant has added Livvy Grant to the chat.)
LIVVY:
I hate it here.
BAILEY:
Syd, we all know you’d never let a man come on your face. You’re not subby enough for that. Livvy, on the other hand…
STELLA:
Is it too soon to say roll the tape?
LIVVY:
*slow claps* I can’t even be mad at that one. Well done, Hayes.
STELLA:
Thank you.
BAILEY:
To answer your question, yes. Girls’ night is a-go. Finley’s future husband is hosting the guys, since there’s a baseball game, which means they’ll be out of our hair.
