Shaking her head, she doesn’t say anything. Then she looks at me, and we sit there for a moment, watching one another with stupid fucking grins on our faces. At the same time, we both start laughing.
“It’s because you’re pretty,” she finally admits.
Our laughter subsides, but our smiles don’t. The fire is crackling through the silence between us, complimenting the thunder rumbling as the only background noise.
“Why am I here, Tyler?”
“Because,” I hook a curl behind her ear. “of that damn connection you and I both know is there. That feeling I know you and I both can’t shake. Do you still think it’s just a kiss, Sunny? Do you still think we are just friends?”
I see how my words impact her, one by one. “It’ll pass.“
“No, it won’t. Something,somethingfucking pulls me to you. Connects me to you.” I sit straighter, but my tone doesn’t change hers.
She laughs. “I’m barely friend material, Tyler. How can I possibly be more than friend material? I barely have anything left to give.”
“You keep saying that, like somehow my feelings expect something in return. I don’t, Sunny. I don’t want you to give. I want you to accept.Takewhat I’m offering you.” I lean into her.
Letting out a slow breath, she shakes her head. “This is a mistake. This is how people get hurt.” But the look in her eyes tells me otherwise.
Cupping her face, I thumb her lips as I give her a drunken smile. “Then hurt me. ”
She swallows hard, but she leans in.
She leans in.
“I think you want me to kiss you, Sunny.” My thumb traces her bottom lip.
“I think I want you to do more than kiss me, Tyler.”
Fuck.
In the next breath, our lips are crushing together. I pull her onto my lap and grip her thighs, anchoring her onto me.
“Tyler—” she breathes but her hands find my face, keeping my lips on hers.
“Don’t think, just do, baby.” I flip us and put her on her back. The world flips with us and we somehow topple to the ground with me landing on my back and her landing on top of me.
She’s giggling on top of me. “I thought you were good at this?”
“Oh, I’ll show you.” I stand up, hoisting her onto me.
I carry her upstairs to my room where I throw her on the bed. She’s immediately on her knees, peeling my shirt off. But too short to get it over my head at her height, and it somehow gets caught on my face.
“Sunny.” I pause, arms on my sides.
“I’m so sorry,” she giggles.
Ripping the shirt from my head, I grab her and lift her onto me again. “Come here.”
“Tyler!” she laughs as I lay us on the bed.
She starts peeling her sweatpants off. If the world is spinning for me, I can only imagine how much it’s spinning for her. She rolls, trying to inch those pants off and tumbles right off the bed.
“Fuck, baby are you okay?” I ask, peering over the edge. My girl is laughing so hard, nothing is even coming out of her mouth. At least she got those sweatpants off. “Sunny,” I laugh, getting off the bed and pulling her off the floor.
“What a shit show,” she chuckles.
Then her arms are around me again, crushing her lips to mine. She pushes so hard into me that we stumble backwards onto the bed.
