“Fuck,” he said. “Fuck… There aren’t words good enough for what I want to say.”
“I know,” I whispered. My mouth pressing against his cheek. His face. His eyelids.
Lashes. He had such beautiful lashes.
I held his fringe out of the way.
His arm rose up, adjusting until he was holding himself up on his elbow next to my head. His fingers fixing my glasses. Making sure I could see him.
“You’re…the best.”
“Of course I am.” I smiled.
“Youand me. Forever.”
“Wanna tattoo that on your skin?” I was laughing. I had no idea why. I was just here. And he was still inside of me.
“Fuck, Georgie.”
“I know,” I said. “I know. And yes. To everything.”
Chapter 27
Peter
He ripped at my clothes, like he was trying to get closer.
Close. He was so close to me, his mouth on mine and his hand under my shirt.
“We…” I tried to speak, at the same time as I was dragging him back to my bed. The bedroom door slamming shut behind us.
“This is all new to me,” he said quietly. “I may not…be what you expect.”
“I know,” I replied, surprisingly calm as well. “I have no expectations. I just want to be with you. Even if we just lie in bed and…”
“We cuddle now,” he said.
“We do.”
“And we kiss.”
“Mmm.”
He kissed me. “And I am as sober as anything. It’s…really… Fuck, Peter. There is so much in my head. So many questions. I want to ask so much, but at the same time, it’s really none of my business.”
“You can ask. I may…or may not answer.”
“No secrets,” he reminded me.
“Don’t you start,” I growled. “I’m not sharing you. Ever. It was never really my thing. I mean, at the time? Yes. Watching your wife fuck someone else? Sometimes it was pretty interesting. Most of the time? I felt…an enormous sense of…wrongness. Everything was wrong.”
“I don’t want that.” And I didn’t. Nothing like that. “Even the thought of that makes me nervous.”
“I don’t want it. I just want you.”
“Good. So…”
“I feel another question coming.” And just like that? I was unbuttoning his shirt. One silly little button at a time. Gently pulling one sleeve to the side, exposing his shoulder. Then I kissed it. My cheek. My lips. Against his warm skin. “You’re so beautiful. All of you.”
