Only the truth.
We want this.
We’vewantedthis.
This kiss is full of all the years we fought this off.
His thumb brushes against my chin as he pulls back.
“If I’m going to lose you anyway,” he wet his lips, “I wasn’t going out with any regrets.”
His eyes soften, just for a moment, and then they’re indifferent. His hands fall away from my face, and he turns around.
My jaw practically hits the floor when I realize what he’s doing. He’s saying goodbye.
I grab his wrist, stopping him in his tracks.
He looks at me, eyes full of uncertainty, and I don’t blame him. How do you give in to something you’ve spent your whole life running away from?
I take a step toward him. He stiffens slightly, but when my hand meets his face, he melts into me.
I press my lips against his. My kiss is softer than his. Full of more love than desire. Full of hope. A hope that shows him I don’t want this to be goodbye. I want it to be the start of something new between us. Something better.
He runs his tongue over my bottom lip, sending chills down my body. I wrap my arms around his neck and let Fletcher take full control. His tongue darts its way into my mouth, exploring every corner like he might not get another chance. My fingers roam his hair, pulling his lips even closer to mine, if that is even possible.
His lips leave mine and find their way down to my neck, kissing all the way down to my chest before finding my lips again. His hands travel down my body before stopping on my ass, and in one swift motion, he lifts me off the ground. My legs instantly wrap around his body as he walks us over to the couch. We sink into the cushions together, his lips never leaving mine.
Fuck, I wish I would’ve given in sooner.
I wish I had taken the risk sooner because this is a million times better than I imagined.
He kisses his way down my body. Every inch of me aches for him, and he satisfies each little ache by making sure not an inch of my body goes untouched. He places soft kisses along my stomach, lifting my shirt up just enough to give him access. Then his hand grazes the waistband of my sweats.
“Wait.” I grab his hand, and he’s off of me in seconds.
“Sorry.” He shakes his head. “I got carried away, but we should—”
I scoot toward him. “Fletcher, Iwantyou. I want you more than anything. And I want you right now. What I don’t want is for one of the other five guys you live with to walk in and see us naked on the couch. We aren’t Zeke.”
“Right.” His shoulders loosen as the words sink in, and then he sweeps me off the couch and carries me up to his bedroom.
He sets me on his bed, watching me as he takes off his sweatshirt. My eyes don’t leave his as I pull my sweatpants down over my hips, slide them down my legs, and then kick them across the room. He walks toward me slowly, and I slide my way up his bed.
I’m seeing Fletcher in a whole new way.
I always thought he was attractive, but the Fletcher standing in front of me is not the same boy I’ve been in love with all my life. I don’t know how to put it into words.
He climbs over me; the only piece of clothing remaining is his underwear. He smiles at me, his body hovering over mine, taking this all in.
I like the way he looks at me. It’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of.
“You’re so beautiful, you know that.”
My cheeks burn, and I try to look away, but his hand tucks under my chin and turns my face back to look at him.
“You don’t have to do that. Not with me.”
I don’t say anything; I just pull his body down against mine, savoring every second of this kiss. Of this moment.
