“I … I can’t stop thinking about our night together,” she says, practically in a whisper. “Even with everything else going on with Sera.”
My chest tightens.
“Yeah,” I mutter. “Me neither.”
“I keep replaying it in my head,” she admits. “It’s a total distraction.”
“Funny. I’m having the same problem.”
“Are you still mad at me?”
“Mad? No, but I think we still have a lot to talk about.”
She nods. “Yeah, we do.”
“That doesn’t mean I’m not thinking about getting my mouth on your pussy again though.” I smirk.
She laughs softly, a little nervous, and I can’t hold back any longer.
I pull her in closer to me, slowly, giving her time to stop me.
Again … she doesn’t.
I release one of her hands and bring it to her face, cupping her cheek. When my lips meet hers, it starts slow, testing.
But when she touches her tongue to my lips, all my restraint is pointless.
I deepen the kiss when she wraps her arms around my neck. My hand falls from her face, and I wind mine around her waist, bringing her close so our bodies are practically connected.
Goddamn.
Kissing her feels so familiar, yet new at the same time.
We break apart for a minute to catch our breath.
Her forehead rests against mine.
“This is such a bad idea, doing this here.”
“I don’t think so.”
That makes her laugh.
“I think we should do this all the time.” I smile against her lips.
She pulls back and looks at me like there’s something she’s trying to take hold of, something solid to grab on to.
“You’re in my head. I can’t stop it. No matter what I do or how hard I try.”
“Good,” I reply softly. “Because I don’t want to stop it. And I think we should spend some time together. Alone.”
“Alone?”
“Yeah. Of course I want to keep spending time together as a family, but I also think we owe it to ourselves to see what this is, what it could be.”
“I … agree.”
Silence buzzes around us.
