Shit, please tell me he didn’t notice that…
His lips pull up in a devilish smirk that tells me he 100% did.
I expect some kind of snarky comment, but instead, he pushes up to hover over me again before he leans in, pressing his lips to mine. This time he goes so far as to nibble my bottom lip, licking into my mouth to tangle his tongue with mine when I open my mouth in a gasp.
As quickly as he started kissing me, he pulls away, leaving me dizzy and confused.
“If you’re going to run off to kiss another man, he needs to know he isn’t the only one.”
He moves off the bed, going to his dresser and slipping basketball shorts on while my mind reels.
Did he really just say that?
He did, didn’t he?
“I’m not…” I snap my mouth closed, unsure what to say and not wanting to lie to him.
“He’s not…”
Fuck.
My brain stalls as I try to figure out what to say, but nothing comes, still too frazzled from the sneak attack in the form of his lips.
“Hey, calm down.” He holds up his hands as he moves toward me, sitting on the edge of the bed. “There’s nothing wrong with that. I don’t mind sharing, love.”
He holds out a hand to me, and I take it, letting him pull me out of bed and up onto my feet.
“So long as you’re happy and he doesn’t mind, I’m cool with it.”
Well.
I’m not even sure thereissomething between Dimitri and me, but I can’t deny this makes me feel good, better, to know that I don’t have to pick between them.
I’m not sure I could, honestly.
Before I can second-guess it, I push up on my tiptoes and seal my lips to his. He doesn’t hesitate to kiss me back with just as much passion as before, and fuck, I’m going to be late, but it’s so worth it.
I pull myself away, just barely, but I manage, taking a step back. I look up and find his gaze locked on mine.
He looks seconds from tossing me back on the bed, and while I really do love the idea of that, I have a meeting.
“For Titus,” I say before I run from his room, but I don’t miss the way his eyes go wide and I mentally high-five myself.
I don’t stop running until I make it to Dimitris' office. Yeah, I’m definitely late, but it was worth it.
Ifelt her lust, but unlike other times, this wasn’t a fleeting thing; no, this lasted to the point that I almost went so far as to call her. I could also have gone to her dorm; I know where it is.
I didn’t, but I sure as hell wanted to.
Instead, I paced the length of my office for the last hour, waiting.
Just last week, Wren had been here crying in my arms, and while I hated to see her sad, I couldn’t hate that it happened, not when I finally got to hold her in my arms and taste her again.
Kissing Wren felt right.
There was no other way to explain it; I’d been missing her for years. From that first night, I knew she was something special, but I wasn’t in a position to be what she needed; I would have only put her in danger.
No, back then I had to walk away, but not this time; never again.
