And it’s just a fucking kiss.
The thought of it progressing past that has me pausing. Because while this is fucking amazing, the thought of taking this further? I don’t know if I’m quite ready for that.
“Shit. We should probably go to bed.”
It’s like Noah is reading my mind. Or maybe he felt that momentary pause. Either way, I’m grateful for it.
“Right.”
Noah sits on the bed next to me, scrubbing a hand over his jaw. “Sorry. I got carried away.”
“No.” My voice is a little more high-pitched, so I clear it. “I wanted it.”
“You did?”
I nod. “Yes.”
“Well then,”—Noah leans over, giving me one last kiss—“there’s a lot more where that came from.”
Chapter Ten
GRAHAM
How much longer can I sit here avoiding the rest of my place?
The minute I get home from practice, I grab something out of the fridge to eat—cold, I might add—and run off to my room.
Because I can’t face Noah.
Kissing him has turned my entire world on its axis. I can’t look at him without wanting to kiss him again. And I shouldn’t want that, right?
Right?
The lights of Nashville are bright in my window as I stare down at the city below me. People coming and going without a care in the world, while my thoughts are trying to weigh me down.
I kissed Noah.
Not only is he my teammate, but we’re living together. Albeit temporarily, but we’re still living together. Kissing could make things weird.
Well, kissing again could.
And just the thought has my cock stirring in my pants.
Fuck.
Why am I reacting like this to Noah? This has never happened to me before. Ever. Hell, I had a sex dream about him and I wasn’t as awkward around him as I am now.
Maybe because I know what it’s like to taste him.
Fuck. He tasted so damn good that it’s seared itself on my brain.
I always considered myself straight. I’ve had girlfriends in the past. Ones I was in love with, but those relationships ended. No drama, no fuss. We just fell out of love.
Was it me? Was it this part of me that I didn’t know was inside me?
My laptop is burning a hole on my bed. I could easily pull it up and search for some porn to see if this is something fleeting or more. The thought of it makes my skin crawl.
Like I’m using someone to try and figure out something about me. A secret no one but me is privy too.
