Chapter Seven
Maya
Why didn’t I just stay at Fallon’s place? Being stuck in a room with Tommy and having to pretend I don’t want to jump him right here and now is torture. Then Liz brought up the Jake situation. Just why? All this awkwardness could have been avoided.
Thankfully, the atmosphere is back to normal by the time we sit down to eat. As always, Lucy and Max are the ones to lighten the mood by bouncing jokes back and forth off each other. I could kiss them for it.
Lucy is beautiful. You can clearly see she isn’t blood related to the other three siblings with her stunning strawberry blonde curls, freckled skin and crystal blue eyes. She has always reminded me of a little pixie, which is only enhanced by how much shorter she is than the others. But while she may not be blood-related, you can’t deny that they are a family; they fit together perfectly.
Whenever Lucy and Max are together, it’s hardto take your eyes off them. They always joke as if no one else is in the room and don’t care about how loud their laughter is. It’s freeing to be around them.
Shortly after we had eaten, I stand to help clear the dishes. As I step into the kitchen, I sense that someone else has followed me in.
“Maya, are you sure you’re okay?” Tommy asks, setting plates down beside me.
“Yeah, I’m good, honestly. I’m just tired of everything right now. Last night was a lot to take in, you know?” I can’t seem to shift this funk I’m in. This morning with the girls, I was fine, but they always know how to keep my mind occupied. Maybe being around the man I want but can’t have isn’t helping the situation either, though.
I start to wash the dishes, and to my surprise, Tommy comes around to my other side to dry them. We carry on like that in silence for a few minutes, my mind elsewhere.
“Do you need me to rough him up a little?” His voice jolts me out of my thoughts, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
I laugh at that. “No, I think he’s wounded enough. We really weren’t that serious, at least in my eyes anyway.”
Standing this close to him, all I can smell is his aftershave, again. It’s like a drug, enticing me towards him. I really wish I didn’t feel this way about him; life would be so much simpler. Didhe have to be so nice? And charming? And gorgeous? If he carries on, I will end up jumping him right here in his parents' kitchen.
Control yourself, Maya.
“I can imagine how hard it is for him. How hard it would be to fall under your spell.” He moves his body so he is now angled towards me. That invisible pull is back, drawing me in.
“Oh, I don’t know about that,” I reply, unable to look away from him.
He lifts his hand, tucking a piece of hair that has fallen in front of my face behind my ear. As I go to move away, the back of his hand gently caresses my neck.
“You are truly beautiful, Maya. Being with you would be a gift for any man.”
This man! Still feeling the ghost of his touch on my neck and hearing his words has me squeezing my thighs together, needing the pressure to dull the ache he is creating. Does he even realise what he’s doing? All these years longing for him, I don’t think I can control myself for much longer.
The dishes have long been forgotten, and gravity has taken control of both of us. He is leaning in towards me, and I am leaning in towards him.
He is so close now, I can feel the heat of his breath on my lips, and we still haven’t broken eye contact. God, I could get lost in those eyes. His hands start to travel up my neck before grasping hold of the back and angling me perfectly.Perfectly for him to kiss me. My own hands drift up and grasp the front of his shirt, pulling him in to me.
Then his lips are on mine.
I have never felt so much raw emotion from a kiss before. His lips are just what I imagined they would be. Soft and demanding.
Before we have even properly started, there is a cough in the direction of the door.
Shit!
Max is leaning against the door frame, arm crossed with a cocky smile in place.
I dive away from Tommy. Cheek’s heating at being caught. Then the guilt slams into me. What am I doing? In his family home, no less. Fallon is in the other room and could have walked in at any moment. Even though the guilt is making my stomach churn to the point I feel sick, I don’t regret it. I could never regret finally indulging in Tommy.
“Sorry to break this up, but we need to leave to make it back in time for the Formula One. But I have got to say, it’s about bloody time you two gave in to each other,” He tells us, still smirking playfully as he walks off.
I risk a glance back at Tommy, and he is panting and a fire of pure wanton desire burns in his eyes. I stand, frozen and lost for words, unable to string a sentence together. I’m torn between jumping for joy and converting into a nun to repent my sins.
I know this shouldn’t be happening. I know that Fallon with hate me. I know that I will probably end up with a broken heart.
