“Liar.” But she’s smiling.
I brush a strand of hair back from her face. “You?”
“Better than I have in months.” She pauses. “That probably sounds…”
“It sounds honest,” I say. “I like honest.”
She shifts, propping herself up on one elbow so she can see me better. The blanket falls away, and I have to force myself to keep my eyes on her face instead of letting my gaze drop.
“I should probably feel awkward right now,” she says. “Or worried about what this means. Or guilty fornotfeeling guilty.”
“But you don’t.”
“No.” She traces a finger along my collarbone, the touch light but deliberate. “I feel like I’m finally exactly where I’m supposed to be.”
Something in my chest expands at those words. “I know what you mean.”
“Do you?” She searches my face. “Because this is crazy, right? I don’t even know your last name. I don’t know where you went to school or what your favorite food is or if you’re a morning person. And yet…”
“And yet you’re here,” I finish. “In my bed. And it doesn’t feel wrong.”
“It feels right,” she whispers. “Which is the crazy part.”
I pull her down for a kiss, slow and thorough. She melts into it, hand splaying across my chest, and I can feel her heartbeat pick up against my skin.
When we break apart, she’s flushed, pupils dilated.
“We should probably get up,” I say, though I don’t want to.
“Probably.”
Neither of us moves.
She laughs, the sound bright and genuine. “We’re terrible at this.”
“At what?”
“Being responsible adults who make sensible decisions.”
I flip us, settling my hard cock between her thighs, and she gasps. “Who says I want to be sensible?”
Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer. “Good answer.”
Later, after we finally drag ourselves out of bed, I make coffee while she showers. The sun is fully up now, streaming through the windows, turning everything golden.
I should be thinking about work. About the territory I need to check today, the reports I need to file, the routine tasks that make up the bulk of my job.
But all I can think about is her.
The way she laughs, genuine and unguarded. The way she responds to my touch, open and eager and present in a way that makes me want to give her everything.
It’s too fast. Toointense. I know that.
But I also know what I’m feeling. And I’m not good at lying to myself.
This isn’t just attraction. It’s not just chemistry or timing or loneliness.
This is so much more.
