Riley’s joking around?
I grab her arm and pull her across the living room towards the front door.
“Okay, now you’re scaring me too. You’re not bipolar or something, are you?”
I can barely keep my emotions at bay; they’re trying to suffocate me. I take her face in my hands and draw her to my mouth.
“This. This is your place. Please, don’t leave.”
She looks at me in wonder and surprise.
“Not unless you ask me to,” she whispers before I can pull her lips towards mine again.
I don’t touch them. I don’t suck them. I don’t kiss them.
I love them.
She puts her hands in my hair and I moan into her mouth, pressing my body against hers in the living room.
She doesn’t let herself be kissed by me.
She lets herself be loved.
“Er…guys?” Ryan tries to interrupt us, but we don’t draw apart.
We can’t.
“I just wanted to say…For Christ’s sake, Ian, you could have at least waited to get out the front door!”
We don’t listen to him. We’re not there.
Because now I am hers.
And she is me.
