“Technically that was at your house.”
“That doesn’t count.” He stops me before I can take another step. “We didn’t know what we do now. It makes all the difference.”
If he keeps saying things like that, we’ll never make it out of here. “Why are there so many freaking hallways? This place doesn’t look that big from the outside.”
“It’s not.” He steps in front of me and tilts his head to the side. “That sounds like laughter. I bet we can find our way out of here if we follow it.”
“Lead the way.” It’s probably the kid from a few minutes ago. But I’ll do anything to get out of this attraction and fair. I no longer feel like being here. There are other things I’d rather be doing.
A few moments later we’re climbing stairs, walking across a bridge that looks like it’s tilted, and I can see the lights from a ride in the short distance. We’re almost there.
As soon as we get close to the exit, bubbles pour out of the doorway. We’re covered from head to toe, laughing at the ridiculousness of it all. I don’t remember bubbles when we were kids. It must be something new.
Beau pulls me into his arms and kisses me…in front of everyone. He has no qualms about letting the world know how he feels. When he pulls back, he has the biggest smile I’ve seen on him since we graduated high school. “Your place or mine?”
“Definitely yours. It’s closer.”
“Good choice.” He moves his hand to mine and interlocks our fingers. This feels right. Even the few times I’ve held hands with dates, it never felt like this. Like us against the world. It’s nice knowing I have someone in my corner. Even better, he knows me inside and out.
I guess he was right that night on his couch. There’s something between us, and if I’m honest, it’s been there since we were young. I was too busy doing everything I could to bury those feelings so I wouldn’t screw up anything. That’s probably not a healthy way to deal with emotions, but I didn’t want to put a wedge in our friendship. Other than my siblings, he’s the only person I trust completely. Here’s to hoping things go well with us.
The drive to Beau’s house is quiet. Neither of us wants to break the easy silence we’re sharing. Both of us are probably running a million different scenarios through our heads.
Despite that, the energy buzzing throughout the car is palpable. Every part of me wants to touch him. Kiss him and mark him as mine…finally.
We pull into his driveway in record time. I’m pretty sure he broke some speed limit laws to get us here as fast as possible. As soon as the car is in park and turned off, he rushes around to my side of the car and pulls the door open. It’s one of my favoritethings about him. He’s always such a gentleman. Except back in the funhouse. I’ve never seen that side of him.
Before he has a chance to close the door behind me, I’m wrapping my arms around his neck. The need to be close to him is overwhelming, but I’m going with the flow, and this feels right.
I walk him backwards, and he closes the car door with a quick kick. He trips as we continue the path to his front door, and we both almost fall.
“Maybe we should get inside first.” He laughs as he straightens us back up. “Otherwise, we might end up breaking something and that would be a less fun ending to the night.”
“Fine,” I pout. He’s right. It’s dark out here since he didn’t turn on the porch light. I don’t think he realized how long we’d be gone. If I’m being honest, I didn’t think we’d stay until after dark either. We were having fun, though. There was no reason to cut the evening short.
He fishes his keys out of his pocket and quickly unlocks the door. He pulls me in as soon as it’s open and slams it shut behind us. “Now, where were we?”
My arms go around his neck and he lifts me up until my legs wrap around his waist. Good. The last thing I want to do is trip over something in his hallway. It takes us less than a minute to get to his bedroom.
It’s dark aside from the soft glow of his alarm clock. I’ve been in here hundreds of times, but tonight is different and will shift everything between us. For once, I’m no longer thinking with my head and relying solely on my heart. If it comes back to bite me in the ass, so be it.
He lays me down on the bed without a word. The action so sweet and meticulous unlike the way I practically attacked him in the driveway.
“We can stop now, if you want.” His words are loud in his quiet house, even though it’s barely a whisper.
“I-I don’t want to stop.” We can figure out relationship stuff tomorrow. Tonight, I want to be wrapped in his arms and feel him all over me.
“Okay.” He reaches for my shorts, slowly undoing the button and zipper. Shivers course through my body at the sensation as he slides them down. Never in my wildest dreams did I think this would happen between us. Harboring a crush for my best friend for over a decade and nothing happen, makes this moment that much more special.
Once my shorts and panties are off, he places soft kisses along my thighs. Now more than ever, I wish he’d stop being so careful and sweet. It’s one of the things I love about him, but I need him to pick up the pace.
I prop myself up on my elbows and watch as his tongue swirls around my clit and a finger slips inside. He doesn’t have to worry about how ready I am because I have been since he pinned me against the mirror in the funhouse. I fall back as he goes deeper.
Normally, I’m the type of person to take control in the bedroom, but I feel safe with Beau. He has always been my sanctuary and being intimate with him is no different.
His tongue moves faster and his finger matches the pace. My body lifts the closer I am to release, and his free hand slides over my waist to hold me down. The sensation is too much and before long I’m biting back a scream.
He leans back with a smug smirk on his face. Yes, he was right about the chemistry between us and that I had feelings about him, but damn…he doesn’t have to look so happy about it.
