“Hi, Blair, I was just heading out,” he says. “Why aren’t you at work?”
I step in front of him to block his path and shake my head sternly.
“No way, you aren’t going anywhere. I left work early, specifically to talk to you because you’ve been avoiding me!” I accuse him.
He scoffs and shakes his head. “No, I haven’t. I’ve just been busy,” he says sheepishly.
Pulling my mouth tight, I tilt my head and glare at him, eyebrows raised. “Seriously, Simon. I haven’t seen you since Friday night, and we live together. You aren’t just busy. You are avoiding me. It’s because of what I told you, isn’t it?”
He sighs and pushes his hand through his hair.
I wait for him to answer, but he seems reluctant to talk about it.
Annoyance spikes through me. “Being a virgin isn’t some terrible thing, you know. I get it that it might not be attractive to you or something, but you don’t have to avoid me like I have the plague or something. We still live together, and we still have to see each other. I’m not going to be angry with you for turning me down the other night because of what I told you!” I say, annoyed.
He groans and cocks his head to the side in defeat.
“That’s not… you’ve got it wrong,” he sighs.
“Well then, explain it to me. Because we can’t carry on like this,” I snap.
“Blair, I thought about everything after Friday night and pieced the information together. You are being a virgin, and how it connects to how skittish and nervous you are around men. Something happened to you in the past. That’s why that guy hitting on you in the club upset you so much, and it’s why you said talking to my brothers was easy because you aren’t attracted to them.”
I open my mouth to say something, but I’m shocked at the accuracy of his realization.
“Blair, I didn’t know how to deal with the situation because I really wanted to be with you the other night, and that feeling hasn’t gone away, but I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable in any way, and I don’t trust myself to keep my distance as I should.”
“Oh,” I mutter, awkwardly trying to hide my blush.
He raises his brows. “Am I wrong?” he challenges me. “Am I wrong about your past?”
I bite my lip and shake my head. “You’re not wrong,” I sigh. “I do have some things in my past that make it difficult for me to interact with men. But… since I met you, I also learned that apparently notallmen make me feel uncomfortable in that way and… in fact, one specific man…”
Looking up at him, my body surges with confidence. I’m ready. I’m ready, and I want it to be him.
“One specific man?” he asks in a husky voice as his dark green eyes pierce into mine.
“Being attracted to you doesn’t scare me, not in that way. It excites me. It makes me nervous, but it doesn’t scare me.”
Simon’s eyes darken, and he clenches his jaw as he takes a step toward me.
My heart leaps, and my skin begins to heat.
“So, there is one specific man that you want?” he asks with a growl.
“Yes,” I whisper. “I want you.”
Simon gently cups his hand around the back of my neck and pulls my mouth onto his.
Our lips press together, and the kiss steals my thoughts away as he pushes me against the wall and runs his hands over my body with urgency heightened by trying to avoid me the whole week.
I gasp as he pushes himself against me, pinning me beneath his muscled form and firmly holding me in place. His cock is pressing hard against my stomach.
Nervously, I brush my hands up his back and pull his shirt untucked. Slipping my hands beneath it, I run them over the skin of his back, my fingers leaving trails of heat as they move over his muscles.
Taking me by surprise, Simon cups his hands beneath my ass and lifts me into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist.
He pulls me away from the wall and carries me upstairs to his bedroom.
