She looks so open, so vulnerable, more so even than when she told me the truth about her marriage. It’s incredible to me that she’s been feeling the same way I have this whole time, but looking back, it feels so obvious.
“And oh my god, you making me fix your stuck zipper.”
Her face is so close, I feel her breath on my cheek when she laughs. “Yeah, I might have done that on purpose, to see if you were attracted to me. I mean, not the getting the zipper stuck part, but, um. Insisting you be the one to help me.”
Of course she did. I can see it, now, and I don’t mind at all. “When you got the tweezers out of the makeup case. You were bending over like that on purpose, to turn me on.”
Becca giggles, and I put a hand on her cheek, pulling her face close to mine, resting our foreheads together. I don’t care that she kissed Preston tonight. I don’t care, so long as I’m the one that she wants. “Good thing I have so much self-control,” I say, “or I would have bent you right over your bed.”
“I wish you had,” she says and reaches up to her hoodie and pulls down the zipper. She’s not wearing a shirt underneath, just a black, lacy bra.That’s the end of my self-control. I close the space and kiss her and we both moan softly against each other’s lips. I cup her face in my hands and kiss her and kiss her, every forbidden thought I’ve had about everything I want with her racing through my mind, my whole body tense and ready and desperate for this.
The kiss breaks, and we’re both panting, and Becca lays her forehead against my chest. “Nate,” she whispers.
God, she wants me.Me.
I want to give her everything and never look back.
