“This is a bad idea, Luna. We blur the line between friends and whatever the fuck this is, and we’ll screw everything up again.”
I sat up on my elbows, meeting his eyes head-on. “Fuck being friends, Jer. We can get to know each other all over again, fine. Relearn each other. But whatever burns between us sexually... it burns bright. It always has.”
He didn’t move right away, but I saw it—his pulse at his throat, the way his knuckles flexed like he was stopping himself from reaching for me.
“Luna... ” he said in warning. “We’re friends now. That’s what we agreed to. And I meant it. No matter what’s happening here—this tension—we don’t screw that up because I need?—”
“I know what you need from me.” I turned to face him slowly, giving him the full weight of my smirk. “You’re saying it like I’m about to pounce on you and ruin your entire life.”
His eyes flicked to my mouth. “Aren’t you?”
“Not yet.” I teased him. “But give me five minutes.”
“Luna . . . ”
“Didn’t you say we’re going to Dirks’s game in, what? A couple hours?”
He nodded, and I leaned in just enough to feel his breath.
“Good,” I murmured, tapping a finger against his chest. “Then you’ll have time to recover. ’Cause whether we end up naked or not, we’re gonna have to be friends after this.”
He groaned and dragged a hand down his face like I was single-handedly dismantling his moral resolve.
I grinned, and for shits and giggles, I threw my leg across his lap. “Relax. We’re just... getting comfortable.”
He narrowed his eyes. “You’re trouble.”
“I’vebeentrouble,” I said sweetly, dragging a finger along his jaw. “What, you forget that part?”
He exhaled hard, clearly trying to summon every ounce of restraint.
“A girl’s got needs. You know—spiritual healing, a green juice, and occasionally being thrown over a couch and told what to do.”
He choked on a laugh, head tipping back. “Jesus, Lune.”
“What?” I shrugged. “Self-awareness is important in friendship.”
His hand landed on my thigh, not quite pulling me closer, but definitely not pushing me away either.
“We better not be fucking weird after this,” he murmured.
I opened my mouth to sass him, but I didn’t get the chance because Jeremy surged forward and crushed his mouth to mine.
There was no warm-up. Our kiss was full of want and years of what-ifs. He grabbed me by the waist, dragging me closer, and I went willingly as though my body had been waiting for this exact moment to come alive.
I slid my hands into his hair, tugging, and he groaned into my mouth like I’d just knocked the wind out of him.
“Fuck it,” I mumbled as I lifted my leg so I was sitting on top of him, chests touching, legs straddling his thighs.
He pulled away slightly, dark eyes glinting as his tattooed hands came up to caress my cheek. “Let’s let it burn, Luna girl.”
Oh, I was ready to go up in flames.
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