Page 104
He snorts.
“Okay, Travolta.”
“I’m serious.”
“Just don’t start singing.”
“I got chills—”
“STOP.”
“They’re multiplying—”
He’s giggling now, the sound lifting the weight off my soul, making my heart soar. I kiss him then, and he immediately hijacks it, kissing me with wild abandonment. I lift him up and he wraps his arms and legs around me, deepening the kiss.
“I want to have sex,” he says urgently. “Tonight.”
God, I want it. I want it so much that I have to force the wordsout.
“Not like this,” I say as tenderly as I can.
He recoils like I stabbed his heart.
“So you don’t want me? Is it my inexperience? Is it the Labubu thing?”
His lower lip is trembling again.
“I knew it. I can’t compete with billions of—”
I interrupt him with a kiss—a ruthless, silent promise. I feel dizzy with desire when I let him go.
“There is no competition,” I say, my voice rough.
“Never has been. I’ve only ever been yours. I didn’t always know it, but it’s true.”
He pouts, his wet lashes fluttering.
“I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.” I wipe the tears from his cheeks.
“Don’t remind me!”
“Stay the night,” I suggest, relieved that the worst of the storm has passed.
He narrows his eyes. “What would we do?”
“You can make me a sandwich.”
The tiniest hint of a smile.
“I’ll stay the night, but you can shove that sandwich up your ass.”
“That’s the spirit.”
CHAPTER 52 – ANTONIO
We walk to the car in silence. That’s okay. I’m too tired to talk anyway.
