“If we’re actually real. If you’re good for me. If we’ll last.” The last one was more me.
“I have a solid answer for two out of three.”
I squinted. “Which two?”
“Come here.” He gestured me over with two fingers.
I didn’t move an inch. “Which two, David?”
He chuckled and shook his head. “You never humor me.”
I gave him a ‘come on’ eye roll. “You don’t like to be humored.”
“I’d like it if you’re doing it. I like a lot of things more when you’re doing it.”
It was hard to swallow. His deep voice settled nicely on my skin, eliciting the burning desire to feel his mouth on me. It didn’t matter where, only for how long… I entertained the idea of forever. Impractical, but I wasn’t sure anything else would suffice.
David pushed off the car, tired of waiting for me to come to him. My breath caught in my throat when he placed one hand on my cheek and tucked his fingers around my belt loop, pulling me against him. It was embarrassing how quickly my clit screamed for attention.
“You’re never going to listen,” he whispered against my lips. “Are you?”
“What incentive do I have?” I was proud that my words came out in one coherent take. I could hear my heart in my ears, nearly blotting out the noise of Haven’s van finally driving away.
David chuckled as he watched them go. “They didn’t want to see the rest of the show?”
“Is that what you’re doing?” I asked, my hands clutching his biceps. I wanted to give in to him with reckless abandon. “Putting on a show?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know; I’ve been wondering if that’s the only way we work.”
My forehead wrinkled. “You think so?”
“Maybe I should have said fear.” His gaze flickered to my lips.
I smiled, stomach fluttering with hope. “You’re afraid of us? The real us?”
He nodded. “Of course. I’m afraid of going back to what we were. What about you?”
“Terrified,” I promised without hesitation. We shared a laugh.
“I hated this week,” he confessed. “Thinking about you from sunrise to sunset. Trying to figure out how to get out of practice just to see you. Yara, you live so far away. Has it always been that far?”
“Since sophomore year,” I said, still laughing, still feeling so wanted and desired.
“So inconvenient,” he mumbled and then closed the gap to kiss me. I wrapped my arms around his neck as my lips parted. David’s thumb brushed tender circles on my cheek while his tongue promised something far more explicit.
“Standing out in this cold’s inconvenient,” I said when we broke away for a second.
“Am I not doing a good job at warming you up?” he teased and pulled me closer for another kiss. This one lit me up from the inside, burning any caution I had lingering about me, him, or us. Who cared about maybe when every part of me screamed to just enjoy this moment? This man. This wonderfully frustrating, contrary, bullheaded, incomprehensibly beautiful man.
“Passable,” I said through heavy breaths.
“Passable?” The vibration from his chuckle would have felt so much better on my clit. “Your body says otherwise.”
I smiled against his mouth. “I don’t care what my body says. What I say is, I don’t want to be this horny in the cold. Take me somewhere warm.”
He took a breath and kissed my forehead. “Sorry to break it to you…”
I frowned, afraid he was going to say he needed to go somewhere after this. That our window is just large enough for this short-lived makeout. “What?”
