Jo
As I look at Beau and wait for him to say something, I wonder if I’ve rambled and said too much. It wouldn’t be the first time my mouth has gotten me into trouble.
Maybe me talking about skipping town opened old wounds and pissed him off. I had to tell him, though. That was the only way we could even think of having a fresh start.
But the way he’s looking at me makes me think he doesn’t want a fresh start.
Should I just go?
Should I keep talking?
Should I get naked and hope for the best?
Stop being ridiculous, Jo.
He takes a deep breath, and I brace myself for what’s to come. “Jo,” he begins while rubbing his hand over his face. He leans forward and reaches for my hand.
I’m not sure exactly what he’s doing, but I’m going with it. I softly set my hand in his.
Before I process what’s even happening, he yanks me toward him. I don’t stop until I’m landed in his lap, straddling him with a leg on either side.
Nervous, I try to avoid eye contact.
“Jo, look at me,” he prompts.
I do, and he goes on. “While I understand your reasoning for leaving, you should have left the decision up to me. You shouldn’t have just left, and you sure as shit shouldn’t have stayed away for so long.”
“Would you have still gone to college, or would you have given it up?”
“I don’t know, Jo. But one thing I do know is that I would’ve taken you with me no matter what I did. I would’ve hid you in my dorm room if I had to.” He cracks a smile.
“I just didn’t want to fuck up your life.”
He looks at me while pushing a strand of hair out of my face. “When are you going to get it? You being in my life doesn’t fuck it up. It makes it better.”
“Really?”
“Really. It’s always been you, Jo. Always. I’m just sorry it’s taken me so long for me to admit it.”
In an attempt not to cry, I wrap my arms around his neck to hug him. His large arms hold me against him, and I feel oddly safe.
And good grief, he smells good. I have no idea what it smells like, but I like it.
“I’m crazy about you, Jo,” he whispers.
I’ve had a lot of guys tell me they liked me–or even loved me, but Beau is the first one I’ve ever believed.
I pull back, lowering my lips to his. The first touch is soft, but I waste no time in deepening the kiss. I push my tongue into his mouth as he pulls me even closer.
I grind against him and feel him hardening beneath me. My movements draw a deep moan from Beau’s chest.
I know there’s still a lot he and I need to talk about, but right now, I just want to be as close to him as possible.
Taking a break from the kiss, I grab the bottom hem of my shirt and pull it over my head. I decided to wear a bra today, and I immediately reach up to unhook the clasp. Seconds later, the uncomfortable garment is off my body.
“Tell me what you want, Jo,” Beau prompts.
“You know what I want.”
