My heart went into overdrive as my stomach spun like a tornado.
Is it time to confess my feelings? Does she feel the same way?
She had to.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t be asking, would she?
“I mean what I say, Am. Every last word. Or I wouldn’t say it.”
The sexual tension between us grew tenfold as I closed the small distance between us, standing face to face in the kitchen, so close that our fingers brushed against the other, the fabric of our clothes grazing together, her scent intoxicating and leaving me thoughtless.
Make your move…she is here…right in front of you…now do it!
I took a deep breath. The one person who was always there for me showed up for me again. Like she always had, like she always would.
Amethyst.
I wasn’t waiting any longer. It was time to make her mine.
“Do you feel it too?” I whispered as I brought my head lower, my lips closer to hers.
Amethyst nodded slowly and my cock twitched in response, begging to be balls deep inside her. All of my teenage dreams coming true…every fantasy, every thought, every…
My lips brushed against hers.
“Oh, shit, sorry! I thought everyone had left!” A man’s voice echoed around the kitchen, and Amethyst and I jumped apart.
Fuck, of course. Just my luck.
“Hey it’s no worries, man. We were just finishing up.” I smiled and he disappeared from the kitchen, muttering his apologies again.
I turned my attention to Amethyst and shot her a sly grin. “How about we get out of here?”
“I’d like that.”
I made up my mind. The night wasn’t going to end without her in my bed. That was a promise. And I’d make damn sure it happened.
I took her by the hand and we left, heading straight for my place.
CHAPTER FOUR
Amethyst
I’d only seenArlo’s place once, when I went there with Annie a while back for a cookout. Arlo cooked us a feast, and I snuck glances at him whenever I could.
I even caught him grinning at me.
But he never made a move. Always the gentleman, despite his strong, tattooed physique, he was nothing but a ball of butter.
Something had changed. Shifted between us tonight. Was it me helping him cook?
Was it because we couldn’t wait any longer?
Cuz I couldn’t…I needed him in ways I couldn’t explain. And unless we tried it out, we would never know if it would work.
“What are you thinking about?” Arlo asked me as he steered his truck down the dark mountain road. It was bumpy and near pitch black, only the lights from his truck shining the way. You got used to it, growing up and learning how to drive on these dark roads.
“Have you always had feelings for me?” My voice was low, soft, afraid of his answer, yet needing, wanting to know.
