I wanted to part his lips and make the moment infinitely better, but I had the feeling he needed to be in charge. Especially given what I knew kissing had meant in his last relationship.
His tongue finally found the seam of my mouth, and I opened without hesitation. The quiet groan that rumbled his chest as Iwrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back told me I’d made the right call.
Our mouths moved.
Our tongues danced.
Our bodies pressed together, our hands wandering and exploring as we made out
When Wyatt finally pulled away, we were both panting. Our foreheads rested against each other as we caught our breath.
“That was…” Wyatt trailed off, shaking his head roughly.
“It was,” I agreed. “You still want to be just friends?”
“No.” His mouth captured mine again, this time for just a few seconds before he released me. “We should get that grease out of your hair.”
“That would probably be a good call.”
He hesitated a moment. His hand slid over my hip before he finally took a step back, giving me a little more room.
After another moment of hesitation, he opened the shower door and started to leave.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
He stopped. “Giving you space.”
I rolled my eyes. “I don’t need space.”
“You said you process better on your own.”
I had said that. And I did.
“I’m not processing anything right now. Trying to live in the moment and all that.”
Wyatt nodded slowly.
He shut the shower door and leaned against the wall while I grabbed some of the dish soap and started lathering the bottom half of my hair.
“So your dad is a mechanic,” Wyatt said, his eyes watching my movements closely.
“He was.”
“He’s retired?”
“Not by choice.”
Wyatt’s forehead creased. “Was there an accident?”
“If you want to call cancer an accident.”
His expression went grim. “Fuck. I’m sorry.”
“Me too.”
“How long was he fighting it? If you’re okay talking about it.”
I nodded.
