Dread swirls inside me at the prospect of how my boss will react. There’s a chance he’ll fire me on the spot, but at least I’ll have done the right thing.
No more secrets. No more sneaking around. No more worrying about the damage we could do to our families. I could step away from First Line and look for another job in PR without the whole world finding out.
But after Colton, the next person I should open up to is my mom. The woman whose arms have always been my safe space without fear of judgment.
With a lump in my throat, I type out another response to her.
Me
How about this Saturday night? I can book the Mexican place.
Mom
Just you and me?
Me
Yes.
Mom
Sounds perfect. I miss you so much. Don’t forget to come home once in a while. Otherwise, I’ll be showing up at your place, unannounced, just so I can get a glimpse of my baby girl. It’s hard enough already with Marley over in Vancouver.
“Morning, sleepyhead.” Will’s smiling face peers around the bedroom door before his whole—and totally naked—body comes into view.
My mouth waters as I take in the finest male physique I’ve ever seen.
He slides into bed next to me, cupping my head in his huge palm.
Like always, I melt into his kiss, phone slipping from my hand onto the floor when every muscle relaxes beneath his touch.
I can’t walk away from this. From him. I’m convinced there is no one out there who can make me feel the way Will does. No job could ever come close to this happiness whenever I’m around him or the fizz of the electric current each time we touch.
“About last night …” I purr into his mouth.
The second he carried me into his apartment, he was inside me. Aside from my gasps and his name falling from me on repeat, we’ve barely spoken a word to each other in favor of letting our bodies do the talking.
This morning, I have plenty to say.
“You want to be my girlfriend?” Will chuckles against my lips, like he’s manifesting the words he’s desperate to hear from me.
I don’t respond, and after a beat, he pulls back to look at me.
His full lips are swollen and red, and I reach up, running the pad of my thumb across the bottom one, loving the way his breath hitches in response.
“Don’t play with me, Drew. I know we mess around a lot, but my heart can’t deal with you?—”
I cut him off with a kiss of my own, just like he’s done so many times before with me.
“I’m not playing with you, Hotshot. If dating me is still what you want, then I’m all in.”
All I get is wide brown eyes and silence.
“Say something,” I plead, heart thumping at an erratic pace.
After what feels like forever, swollen lips curve into a familiar cocky grin. “Call me your boyfriend.”
I blow out a laugh. “You’re the wildest person I know, without a doubt.”
