I caress her arm, leaving goose bumps behind, feeling proud to elicit such a strong reaction.
From the very beginning, we’ve affected each other and nothing could change that—it’s beyond us, a force pushing us together we can’t fight. It tethers us together, binding us irreversibly. Resisting would be futile, so I surrender.
“I love this,” she says, sounding at ease, but then her stomach growls and she giggles.
“Let’s get my girl fed.”
I place a quick order on my phone while waiting in bed, tangled in the sheets.
“Are you fine with us having a secret relationship for the time being?” she asks, almost unsure.
I prop my back against the headboard, my hand moving to her hair to play with her silky strands. When she proposed the secret relationship, my first instinct was to say fuck it, no. I want to introduce her as mine, but the timing is off. Her alternative is the best compromise.
“Relationship. That’s what I hold on to. No more just friends, no more longing for you while you are near, but out of reach.”
She palms my cheek, eyes softening with love. “You know I feel the same, right?”
I nod, leaning into her gentle touch, and she kisses me tenderly. “We’re going to pull this off.”
“The people in our circle will know we’re in a relationship.” That’s where I draw the line.
“Even my father?” she asks through a gulp, her voice shaky.
“Especially your father.”
The intercom blasts through, and I roll out of bed, pulling my sweatpants on quickly. As I go to open the door, I take our order. I tip the delivery guy and when I return, she’s wearing one of my T-shirts and nothing else. Possessiveness hits me square in my chest, unleashing my animalistic side. She’s mine and will wear only my number.
My throat rumbles with a groan. “I love you in my clothes.”
She smiles teasingly, a flirty look sliding over her delicate features, as she sashays to me. “I know. That’s why I wear it.”
“Only that?” I ask. Something tells me my good girl loves to be bad by driving me wild.
She stands on her toes, wraps her arms around my neck and whispers, “I love having something of you on me.”
I imagine her carrying my baby and it almost knocks me out with raging desire. Yes, sometime soon. I want everything with her.
I grin. “Good to know.”
The night fades away as we chase our pleasure and I ravish her mouth and her pussy.
She shiftson her feet at the entry of the bathroom, biting into her lip. “Maybe I should go back to my place.”
“Or maybe you should bring all your stuff here.”
Her eyes widen for a moment. “Like move in?”
“Yes, move in with me.” My tone is urgent, just like my desperation to have her in my space, in my life.
“It’s a huge step.”
I hike an eyebrow at her. We’ve been playing house on and off since we started ourjustfriendship.
“Are you sure?”
“Oh, I’m sure. I want you here with me all the time. And you love my place.” I would have moved in with her if that weren’t the case.
She tilts her head, tapping her chin. “That’s a compelling argument.”
