The idea of him pushing me back against the couch, pressing his mouth to mine, his hand on my …
Shit. I was hard.
Really fucking hard.
Harder than I’d been in months.
My breath turned shallow, and I could feel sweat breaking out along my hairline. My hips shifted forward without me meaning for them to, looking for friction that wasn’t there.
Sebastian’s eyes dropped to the obvious bulge in my jeans, and he bit down on that damn lip of his again.
I made a sound that was somewhere between a groan and a grunt, and his eyes flashed up to mine. As if on autopilot, I turned toward him, my knee touching his thigh.
The hair on my arms stood on end.
“I want you so fucking bad, Tay,” he whispered, his eyes flicking over my face.
I nodded, my head bobbing quickly up and down.
He shifted closer, his hand hovering near the button of my jeans.
“You sure?” he asked, his voice shaking a little, his expression uncertain in a way I’d never seen it before. He was scared I’d say no. Scared I’d freak out.
But I wasn’t going to. There wasn’t a single part of me that wasn’t sure about this.
I reached for him, settling my hand on his knee.
We hadn’t actually done anything yet. Could still laugh this off as drunken stupidity between roommates if we wanted to.
But this didn’t feel like stupidity, and Sebastian didn’t feel like just my roommate.
He—this—felt like a whole lot more.
I wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer, but there was something different about Sebastian Carruthers. Something different about me, too, when I was with him.
I was just better. Happier. More like myself.
And I was pretty sure he felt the same way.
How many times had he said he liked hanging out with me more than anyone else? How many times had I said the same thing back? How many times had I fallen asleep waiting for himto get back from the library, or missed him when I was at away games?
I probably should’ve figured this all out a lot sooner, but I was figuring it out now.
And instead of freaking out, I just felt right.
Like this made sense.
Likewemade sense.
Like we’d been heading here the whole time, and I’d just been too stupid to see it.
I reached up and touched his jaw, then his neck. His skin was warm, and I could feel his pulse racing under my fingers. I slid my hand around to the back of his neck and pulled him closer, feeling his breath against my face.
Another inch and we’d be kissing.
It didn’t matter that Sebastian was a guy. Didn’t even occur to me that it should matter.
All I knew was that it was him.
