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And just like that, words are no longer needed.
There’s only his touch, his smell, the feel of him everywhere. And the one emotion that overtakes me with such intensity I almost weep as he enters me…
Love.
Overwhelming and all-consuming.
He has me.
Body and soul, I am his.
Now the only question that remains is, what he plans to do with me.
“Please tell me you did not give Beckett Everett my number.” Bonnie’s voice rings through the speaker before I have my phone to my ear.
“I didn’t.” I cover my mouth with my hand, stifling a yawn.
“Were you sleeping?”
“Uh huh.” I stretch, groaning as I do.
“Jesus, Clarke. It’s one in the afternoon. Are you sick?”
“No, not sick.” I smile, the memories of yesterday burned into every facet of my mind.
Treyton taking me to the beach house. Making love to me on the balcony until well into the night. Laying in his arms under the stars, listening to the ocean waves crashing in the distance. It was the closest thing to perfection I’ve ever experienced.
No, itwasperfection. Pure and simple.
Perfect.
“Clarke?” Something about my voice must give me away. “Treyton?” she guesses, when I don’t respond right away.
“I’m a goner, Bonnie. I mean, stick a fork in me, I am done. I have never felt this way about anyone. Hell, I’ve never even come close to feeling this way. I don’t know how to describe it. It’s… It’s… God, Bon, it’s everything.”
“I’m so happy for you, Clarke. Truly. If anyone deserves to snag herself a rich, hotter than the desert sun, looks like he’s been etched from stone, hunk, it’s you.”
I laugh at her description of Treyton, though she pretty much described him the only way you can.
“Have you told him how you feel?”
“No.”
She and I had a similar conversation a few days ago, but at that time I was still trying to deny just how in love with Treyton I was. Now, there’s no denying it. Hell, I couldn’t lie my way out of this if I tried.
“You can’t just keep these things to yourself. If you love him, tell him.”
“And what? Risk freaking him out? You know I can’t do that.”
“I hate to tell you, but you’re going to have to tell him how you feel eventually.”
“And I will. Just not yet.”
“Well, now that you’ve officially jumped into the deep end without a life vest, can we get back to why I called?” She huffs. “Beckett.”
“I didnotgive him your number, Bon. I swear.” I fight to keep the smile from my voice.
“You did something. What did you do?”
