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I’ve never wished to be psychic in my life until now.
I rub my jaw. “But you’re expecting it. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have said it.”
“I…” She squirms, her face twisting and releasing. A similar reaction is piercing my heart. “I want what you want.”
Christ, I’m screwed. “That’s not how this works, Bee.”
And fuck, maybe Aiden is right. Maybe I will get my heart broken. But the idea of never kissing her again is impossible to me. Painful. So I don’t ask her what this is and where we’re going. Not yet.
“Is that a challenge?”
“No, Bee. This is me asking you.”
“And I’m saying not yet.”
“Okay,” I say, pushing away the disappointment. Maybe all she needs is time. “When you know what you want, come to me.”
It’s not framed as a question, but she nods, and that’s all I need right now.
“I can work with that. First, I need to do this, because it’s been hours, and I can’t wait any longer.”
With my hands framing her cheeks, I kiss her, the momentum pushing me forward until her back hits the wall. From here, I can angle her exactly where I want her, pushing my tongue deeper into her mouth, tasting every moan she releases.
From the way she’s pawing at me, I can tell she wants more, but I’m determined, pressing her into the wall as I slowly devour her lips.
“Better,” I say, releasing her. I punctuate my point with a squeeze of her ass.
16
BEE
Turnsout all I needed to really focus on my manuscript was to find a bigger issue to avoid. If there is one thing I’m great at doing, it’s procrastinating. Amazing what I can get done when I need to stop thinking about the extremely handsome man who sleeps one room away and whose lips are exactly as soft as I imagined…
Nope. No. Not thinking about it.
I need words. The kind that go in a row. Or a sentence, because I’m a good writer who remembers words well and isn’t thinking about how full I felt with Sebastian’s fingers inside me.
The chair screeches as I stand.
Okay.
Clearly, I need to get out of here. Air will help.
What started as an anchor has become a manacle, chaining me to my comfort zone. But I don’t want to stay there. I might be a homebody, but that doesn’t mean I can’t also take chances.
We’ve been locked in a strange dance all week. Both ofus clearly want a sequel, but Sebastian is doing that damn thing again where he’s letting me lead. I wish he wouldn’t. I wish he’d catch me with his hands when I pass by him in the hallway and pin me against the wall with his hips and his mouth until I can’t second guess it anymore. Instead, he’s being infuriatingly patient. And as frustrating as that is, it also gives me time to process.
I know how much the house means to Sebastian, the many little ways he’s turning it into a home, and I won’t ruin that for him.
Not to mention, Aiden adores Seb. When Jess broke off their four-year relationship, it was Sebastian who got Aiden through it. It was Sebastian’s couch he crashed on when he was looking for a place. When Aiden got laid off in a mass redundancy, Seb got him a job at a club he was working at. And it went the other way too. Aiden chipped in when someone sideswiped Sebastian’s truck last year, since he knew he couldn’t afford to not drive to work every day. They’ve been each other’s support for a long time, and I can’t be the one to mess that up.
I missed Morgan like a limb while I was away, and now I can’t help but worry that I ruined us forever by moving. I can’t take Aiden’s best friend down with me too. No matter how much I want to kiss him.
I need someone to talk to, someone who isn’t Sebastian, or my brother.
Luckily, my best friend always has her phone close by.
Bee: turns out avoiding the person you live with is difficult lol
