“That you won’t wake up tomorrow and act like this whole thing never happened,” I respond. “Because I don’t think I can do that again.”
She scoots closer to me, using my thigh as leverage to reach my lips. She presses a soft kiss against them, and her forehead rests on mine when she pulls away.
“I promise. I couldn’t do that even if I wanted to.”
“Good.” I grin. “Because I don’t want tonight to mean nothing. I don’t want it to be something we think is better left in the past.”
She nods, and I grip the back of her neck to pull her lips to mine.
“Especially because I really like kissing you,” I say against her lips, and her laughs vibrate between us as she sinks into me. I pull her tight against my chest and rest my head upon hers.
I could get used to this.
twenty-two
Ember
November
The guys could come home at any minute,” I whisper, my lips barely leaving Declan’s.
I should’ve known coming to Declan’s empty house to work on our project was a bad idea. We’ve barely gotten anything done during our meetings in the last two weeks because one of us always breaks. I’ve ended up filling out our assignments alone because we’re usually on his couch and making out before I even have my computer open.
“So?” His lips travel down my neck and nibble at the spot right above my collarbone, his favorite spot, I’ve come to find out. Also, the spot that has raised many eyebrows among my friends. “It’s not like we’re naked.”
God, I wish we were naked. But I don’t. I like our pace, but at the same time, I wish more than anything his lips were on a different part of my body… or every part of my body. I liked how they felt on Halloween… like they couldn’t get enough of me.
“We could be naked,” he smirks, raising an eyebrow. It’s like he’s reading my mind.
“I don’t know,” I respond. “I kind of like having all the power.”
“Is that so?”
I laugh as he sits us up on the couch, so his body is no longer hovering over me, but so I’m straddling his instead.
“Doesn’t feel like you’re in control.”
“That’s where you’re wrong.” I kiss his neck. “I could stop this right now.” I kiss his jawbone. “I could walk away.” I kiss his right cheek. “And I’d be fine.”
I would not be fine.
“You, on the other hand.” I kiss his left cheek. “Would always wonder what this could’ve been.”
I hover my lips over his, waiting for him to break. I know if he doesn’t soon, I will prove to him what we both already know. I couldn’t walk away from this. Not now.
It’s been weeks of stolen kisses and near tipping points. It’s been dirty texts that lit my whole body on fire and embarrassed me in front of my friends. It’s been us figuring out what this is without everyone’s input.
His breathing starts to pick up. I can feel the heat from his breath tickling my lips.
He breaks.
He pulls my hips down, grinding them against him, as my hands thread through his hair, giving it a gentle tug, as his tongue traces my lips to—
“I knew it!”
I fly off of Declan, and I don’t know if it’s my own doing or if he helped lift me off of him. I try to focus on my breathing, to get it to a normal speed as if we can come up with an excuse for what we’re doing. If my rosy cheeks and swollen lips weren’t enough, the boner Declan is trying to subtly adjust would definitely give us away.
“Brin, what are you doing here?” He’s out of breath and grabs a nearby pillow to cover his growing erection.
