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Above her bed, Avery had put peel and stick letters, spelling out her name.
I shook my head, looking across my bed at the very tall man currently standing in my room, studying me like I was the most interesting thing he’d ever laid eyes on.
“You can talk, but if you say you’re sorry again, I’ll let Avery have at you,” I narrowed my eyes.
He chuckled, but I was being serious.
When I didn’t crack a smile, he sobered.
“I shouldn’t have done that,” he whispered.
“Kissed me? I know, you said that already,” I muttered, drawing my knees up to my chest, willing him to leave and end this torture. I felt like I was dying on the inside.
He flinched. “I’m-” He swallowed. “That’s not what I meant. I mean…I shouldn’t have walked away. It was wrong.”
“You snuck into my dorm to tell me that?”
“No,” he shook his head, rubbing his
jaw, “I snuck into your dorm to kiss you again and apologize for leaving you there,” his lips threatened to turn up in that cocky grin.
“That makes no sense whatsoever!” I cried.
His eyes darkened as he looked at the door.
Good, leave.
His lips had narrowed into a thin line when he turned back to face me. “I’m saying this all wrong,” his eyes pleaded with me to believe him.
I opened my mouth to interject some smartass comment, but he continued.
“What I said earlier is true, Olivia. You’re a forever girl and fuck if I don’t want you to be my forever girl. But I don’t deserve you. But I had to kiss you, I had to know what your lips tasted like, and one taste isn’t enough. I never want to stop kissing you.” I swallowed thickly at his words. I hadn’t seen him move, but he was now on my bed. “When I kissed you…” He paused. “No kiss has ever felt like that before but I know you deserve better than me.”
I leaned up on my knees, cupping his face in my hands, forcing him to meet my eyes.
My anger had melted out of my body at his words and the expression on his face. He looked so sad. His brows were drawn and a frown marred his perfect lips.
“Why don’t let you me decide who’s good enough for me?” I asked.
He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “What if you decide I’m not good enough?”
“What if I know you are?” I countered.
His tongue flicked out, wetting his lips. He swallowed again, his eyes bright with hope.
“I wish I hadn’t left you standing there,” he whispered.
“You shouldn’t have,” I replied, “but you did and if you promise to never do it again, I might be able to forgive you.” My eyes studied his face, waiting for any sign that he was going to run away again.
“I’ll never leave you standing anywhere alone, again,” he vowed.
“That’s all I ask,” and this time I was the one who initiated the kiss.
A slow simmer started low in my belly, quickly reaching boiling point.
I don’t know how it happened—whether I moved on my own or he moved me—but I was straddling his lap, my fingers tangling into the short hairs at the nape of his neck.
“Olivia,” he gasped against my lips, and my body shivered at the sound of my name, and the huskiness in his voice.
