In the big scheme of things, what was wrong with two friends releasing a little pent up energy with each other? I knew damn well he’d been on high alert for just as long as I had. We both needed some sort of release. An outlet.
“Yeah. We probably should.” My voice was nothing but air as the words glided between us.
Despite my words, I didn’t move my mouth from his—our lips continued to caress each other amidst the conversation, though regret was sneaking up on me with each twist of our lips.
“But I really don’t want to stop,” he grunted in a tone that I’d never heard from him.
Without separating us, he lifted me up by my hips, settling me on the top of the window sill. One hand settled on the back of my neck while his lips followed, trailing tickling kisses down my skin before returning to my mouth.
His hand slid down the groove of my waist, gripping just above my hip before commencing its journey to the apex of my thighs. He pressed into me, and I could feel the undeniable hardness that laid beneath his slacks.
And guilt swallowed me whole.
Nope. Nope.Nope.
This is a horrible idea, Maeve. He is your ex-boyfriend’s best friend. He isyourbest friend.
Abruptly, my lips peeled away from his and I palmed his chest, shoving him back. “Stop! Stop, stop, stop,” I shriekedfrantically, hopping off of the window sill, nearly losing my footing when I hit the ground.
It was as if self-awareness struck Sawyer at the same exact moment. His eyes filled with something like fear, and I knew that mine mimicked the same.
Damn you, whiskey.
What the fuck were we doing?
“Shit,” he drawled flatly, running a tensed hand over his chin, holding the other over his painfully obvious erection.
“Yeah,shitis right,” I scoffed before I began to yell as panic flooded my features. “What the fuck was that? Why did you do that!”
“Why didn’t you stop me!” he shouted back, tossing his arms out in front of him.
“You—I—Whiskey!” I stuttered, averting my eyes from the front of his pants and pointing to the bottle I had dropped on the floor.
He sighed deeply, though his face held a different expression than mine. “It was a moment of weakness.”
Chewing my bottom lip, I nodded, unease flowing through my veins.
Sawyer stared at me for a beat of silence, then pulled me into another hug, though my body was stiff this time. “Just a moment of weakness,” he repeated. “Nothing more.”
I nodded again, then pulled out of his embrace and looked up into his contrasted expression. Guilt wrapped a lethal chain around my throat, and my lips began to quiver and I couldn't move from where I stood.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered as tears fell off the bridge of my nose and into my mouth. My mind was stuck on Sebastian, and I couldn’t get him the hell out. And I didn’t think I wanted to.
“What? No, Maeve…Why are you apologizing?Ikissedyou. And fuck, I would have kept going, but?—”
“It would have been a mistake,” I finished, cutting him off.
“A fun mistake, but yeah, it would have,” he answered, though his words didn’t sound overly convincing.
“Ugh,” I groaned, tangling my hands in my hair and throwing myself back on the bed. I needed to process whatever the fuck that just was, but not now. Avoidance would win again tonight. “Agree to pretend whateverthatwas, never happened?
He faltered, but nodded. “Of course. We’re good. Things will go right back to where they were. But not gonna lie, that was kinda?—”
“Weird. Pass me the bottle,” I demanded, tossing an open hand up.
“I was gonna say hot, but yeah. Weird works, too.” He chuckled, though seemed mildly uncomfortable as he bent down to grab the bottle of whiskey.
Once firmly in my grasp, I took a swig. “Want some?” I waved the bottle in the air.
