He lets me steer him, and when I push him back against the brick wall, he releases a dark, sinful chuckle.
God, I could die happy listening to that sound.
Rising onto my toes so I can reach his lips, I kiss him with reckless abandon.
His hands find my waist, his fingers curling around the fabric of my dress, and he pulls me against him as I twine my fingers into his hair.
We fit perfectly together like the pieces of a puzzle just waiting to be finished.
I know I’m supposed to be somewhere, but for the life of me, I can’t recall where that is.
“You always do this,” I breathe between kisses. “Make me forget where I’m going.”
“Then don’t go,” he urges, his voice rough with need.
Pulling back just enough to meet his gaze, I smirk. “Don’t tempt me.”
“I’m serious,” he says, his hands flexing as he brings me closer, and he brushes a kiss against my throat.
“You always say that when we’re kissing.”
“I’m serious all the time,” he murmurs against my skin.
“Gio,” I object softly, nudging him back so I can look at him. “You know we can’t stay in this little bubble forever.” Though, what bubble that is, I have no clue.
Perhaps it’s the dream I’m fairly certain I’m in right now.
But then, if I am dreaming, it seems that the reality of my waking world is very close to this one.
Perhaps I’m talking about the bubble of happiness that’s surrounding us.
Sure, things are going right at the moment—but I can’t trust that it will last.
And when the bubble bursts, that will be the end of us.
“I’ll make it bigger,” he promises, and his conviction is so warm and welcome, I can’t help but smile.
Releasing a breathy laugh, I pull his head down to rest my forehead against his. “You’d try, wouldn’t you?”
“I’d do a hell of a lot more than try.” The words growl from his lips, and he cradles my face with one hand as he tips my chin to peer deep into my eyes.
The wind lifts a strand of my short hair, blowing it into my eyes, and Gio captures it between his fingers, tucking it behind my ear. “Come with me next time I leave town.”
“Gio—”
“I’m not asking for forever. Just… don’t disappear when we’re not in the same zip code.”
Gaze dropping to his sensual lips, I lean in again, slower this time, to kiss him softly, my chest aching as I try to memorize the shape of his mouth.
Tonight is supposed to be goodbye—for how long, I don’t know.
But it feels rather final, and suddenly, an aching hole opens in the center of my chest at the thought.
I don’t want to leave Gio.
Things were only getting started, and God, have they been good so far.
When I pull away, my hand lingers on his chest, holding him there so I won’t be tempted. “If I stay any longer, I’ll never leave.”
