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I step back.
I blink.
My gut drops like a violent avalanche, and wrathful thoughts emerge.
“You’re a real asshole, you know that? And confusing as hell.” Circling around him to the bed, I stuff my blue dress into the bag. I gather my shoes from the floor, shove them next to my dress, and then close up my luggage. Storming in his direction, I heatedly continue, “You tell me you love me. You make me admit that I feel the same, and now, you tell me that you want nothing to do with me?”
“No,” he insists, grabbing me by the arm as I’m entering the bathroom to retrieve the rest of my things. “You’re not listening. It’s simple. I don’t want anything less than being with you. I don’t want to be friends or date or pretend or go through any more of these stupid motions that keep getting in the way of what I really want. You. I just want you. Anything else is without you.”
“You want me?”
“Yes.” His face softens. “So. Much.” His eyes close.
I melt from the inside out, and the burn of frustration fizzles.
“Is this real?” I ask, drinking in his sincerity. “No deals or stipulations? No pretenses or rules?”
“No rules,” Foster quietly utters, relaxing his grip.
Nodding, my body replies before the words can be formulated. “I want you, too.”
He slides his palm down the length of my arm, tenderly dancing his fingertips with my own. “I love you, Evelyn.” Leaning in, he grazes my earlobe with his mouth. “For longer than you might have known.”
“Likewise.”
He chuckles against my cheek. “That’s all you have to say? Likewise?”
“Just shut up and kiss me.”
“I was getting there.”
Foster cups my face with both hands, and there’s no question in my mind about how he feels. It’s been there all along. He’s been asking me to love him with his expressions for months, and I was too blinded by denial to see it.
His lips float across my own, teasing and just out of reach. I silently gasp in anticipation as he marks every part of my mouth with his phantom touch. Patiently, I allow the moment to build for what’s to be our first kiss. The others don’t count because they were just surface kisses—the kinds that happen without any care, skimming along the shield we carry before us. This kiss will consummate a part of myself with him that is newly revealed—the living and breathing substance pulsating between both of us.
With noted restraint, Foster lands his lips upon mine, moving them languidly so that every crevice and cell receives the same amount of care and attention. His tongue asks entrance into my mouth, and I willingly welcome it. The familiar taste of him is like a dull echo in comparison to the new flavor he possesses now that his kisses are tainted with affection, the truest kind. It’s currently seizing my body with a keen insistence and searing its way into my heart.
We’re finding one another in a new way, laced with a sense of commitment.
Foster lowers his palms down the length of my arms to the bottom of my tank. He flirts with the hem, his fingers skimming along the space just below my navel.
“Yes,” I answer to all of the questions he isn’t asking.
“I didn’t say anything.”
“Doesn’t matter. My answer is yes, Fozzie.”
“I like the sound of that.”
My shirt is quickly swept up and over my head, landing on the ground. I help him out of his, adding it to the pile on the floor, and then I press my breasts against his glorious bare skin, returning his kisses and holding him tight. Foster grips the back of my thighs, just under my ass, and lifts me from the carpet, shuffling us to the bed. He lays me down, our lips still sealed, and scoots our bodies up toward the headboard.
“Evelyn,” he enunciates, trailing his fingers along the curve of my waist.
“What is it?”
“It’s just you.” He presses his lips to the sensitive space above my collarbone. “That’s all.”
Branding my skin, Foster kisses me further down my body, between my breasts, to my navel, and lands a final pucker at my hip. I comb my fingers through his hair, along his cheek, and on the shape of his neck. He dips his fingers into the waistband of my sleep shorts, tugging them down the length of my legs and tossing them aside. Biting my lip, holding myself in place, I fixate on him as he drops his boxers to the floor, revealing his miraculous nude form.
