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There’s a strange tightness in my chest, watching her furrow her brow and concentrate on her handwriting while the napkin crumples with each stroke of the pen.

What the fuck?

“No sex. No sleepovers.” She repeats as she writes. “What next?”

I swallow hard. This one will be make or break. I have three rules and only one of them makes me think she might back out of this. Only one of them really, truly tests how much she wants this. And I couldn’t blame her if this one pushed her away. So I ready myself for disappointment, sitting a little taller and schooling my features into a casual smirk, as I say “we don’t tell Jamie.”

She glances up at me as she takes a deep breath and her shoulders raise with the inhale.

“Mik?”

I don’t like her silence.

Her eyes close as she slumps back onto the cushions and I shift in my seat, unsure of what this all means and feeling a little sick.

“Mik? Say something.”

When she laughs it’s flooded with relief.

“Thank God,” she finally breathes through a giggle. “I was sure you’d want to tell him.” Another bubble of amusement. “And then I’d have to plan your freaking funeral before we ever got to have sex.” She wipes at her cheeks, her face still to the ceiling and her breath wheezing a little, and I can’t look away from her.

The noise that leaves me at her concern is anything but sexy. The choked mixture of a guffaw and a laugh sounds more like a snorted grunt than anything else and she twists her face to look at me. The jade of her eyes is gleaming, like a rainforest at the end of a downpour, and I move to push our little barrier away.

I put the pizza on the table, throw the cushions behind me, and pull on her legs as she yelps. The movement is swift and leaves her laying before me, the shirt now slightly lifted to reveal a sliver of her skin, silver in this light, and I move so I’m hovering over her.

“So, we’re agreed on the rules?” I grin as she moves her hands to my face and holds me gently.

“Mhmm.” She hums her agreement as she pulls me closer. “But we still do this. We do this a lot or we have no deal.” Her lips meet mine with urgency and I groan against her kiss.

Yes. Yes, we do this as often as we can, for as long as we can.

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