All I can do is stare at him. Study him. I shouldn’t want anything to happen between us, but I can’t stop wondering.
“Are you curious where I stand at this exact moment? My intentions? Because I’ll tell you.”
I only shrug.
“I want to kiss you. I’ve wanted to kiss you every moment since the first day I met you. I’m pathetically hanging on your every word, all the time, because all I want to do is kiss you. But I will not touch you without knowing it’s what you want.”
I lower my hands to my sides.
“It could mess up what we have at work. And as friends.” I chuckle, but there’s no humor in it as I pull my shoulders back firmly.
This feels like a surefire way to make my life more difficult, but what if I just need to get it out of my system? Ease the burning, annoying itch and be done with it?
“But I can’t stop thinking of your face and your silly grin. And how wonderful you are and—” I let out a frustrated sigh. “I don’t know, maybe we just need to have a moment so we can move on. Fulfill a lifelong dream of yours and a momentary urge of mine?” I try to smile teasingly and he laughs.
“A lifelong dream, huh?”
I swallow, feeling my heart rate pick up but I do my best to mask how flushed I’m feeling.
“Exactly. One and done. I mean, we should just get it out of the way so we can go back to being coworkers and neighbors.”
His eyes narrow as he tips his head down with a sly smirk and he clears his throat softly. I catch the heat in his eyes as our gazes meet.
Liam’s thumb gently pulls at my bottom lip and he cradles my chin with his index finger.
We’ve both been playing with fire recently, and I’m tired of the constant battle I’m having over what’s right and what’s wrong. Tomorrow I can pretend this never happened and he can go back to being just another athlete I work with.
I slowly lean forward, letting him lead as his hand lands on the curve of my hip. His breath skims the shell of my ear as he gets closer.
“Tell me now if you want me to stop,” he whispers.
But I’m sure as I reach my hand up to his shoulder and he pulls me closer. His grip on my waist tightens, and I feel my stomach drop at his commanding touch.
Liam’s lips collide into mine in the most delicious motion. I feel the high immediately—the spark, the dizziness, the butterflies.
The absolute magic that is Liam Evans hums throughout my entire body.
And in that instant, I know I’m royally fucked.
Demi leans closer, and I feel her body sink into me. Giving up all that control she so fiercely holds onto all the time.
“Fuck,” I moan as she pulls away slowly.
Her fingers touch her lips as soon as we part. She’s breathing slowly, keeping her eyes trained on me as she lets out a slow breath through puckered lips.
Both of her hands frame her face as she moves to the side, closer to the door.
“I should really go.” Demi reaches down to the floor, grabbing her phone and keys. “Thank you.” She perks up—almost sounding shrill. “For the food and the conversation.”
When she turns to leave, I reach for her hand and gently catch her wrist.
“For the record—you could never be just a moment, Dem.”
Her shoulder falls, and I release her wrist, letting it slowly fall to her side as she stares at me for a moment.
I watch as she swallows through a soft smile, moving her attention back to the door, and I stuff both hands in my pockets. I glance around the empty roof with only a few streetlights keeping it lit.
She opens the door, but I call out to her before she’s all the way through.
