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“Mmm.” I nudge Dylan awake and press my lips to the side of her face. I want to wake her up and have her fuck me.
“Hey, glad you’re back safe.” She kisses my lips and makes a face. “What alcohol is that, rumandtequila?”
“I have no idea, but they tasted good whatever it was,” I slur.
“Well, you better get your butt to bed.” She laughs. But I shake my head and bite down on my bottom lip.
“I want you to fuck me.” I climb on top of her lap and she holds my thighs steadily.
“I would love nothing more, but you’re too drunk for that right now.”
I’m about to protest when she moves me off her lap and I lie down next to her. Feeling a little bit rejected, I am about to go lie on the couch for the night but she pulls my body into hers.
“I want you, more than you know,” she reassures me with another kiss on my lips. I close my eyes and let out a wild yawn. Knowing I will be asleep in just a few moments, I nod and let her pull me in even closer, her hand on my breast as we spoon. I let myself drift to sleep, wondering if this will be the last night I lay in her arms.
Chapter18
Dylan
After a few days of visiting, Isabella takes her sister in a cab back to the airport, leaving it to be just the two of us again. Now that her sister is gone, I make a point with myself to decide that Isabella and I have to talk. No longer can we have sex and fool around without talking about what the hell it means. It’s messing with my head too much and I am a grown ass woman who needs to have a conversation about it. No matter what the outcome is. As much as I like Isabella, I’ll respect whatever she chooses and wants, even if it means we stop seeing each other.
But I can’t go on without talking about things. And I don’t want to live like we are both fine with the situation when I’m not. Right now it feels like we are walking through this limbo of what ifs instead of just talking it out like two adults. I mean, why can’t I just say how I feel and see if Isabella feels the same? Am I scared as hell that she might not feel the same? Of course. Am I scared that she might end whatever this is between us? Of course. But I also can’t imagine not trying and seeing what things could be between us. If there could ever truly be an us instead of this limbo of us. If she could be mine and I could be hers in all the ways instead of just the sexy ways.
When Isabella gets home, I call her into the bedroom. I swallow all my fears and wait.
“What’s up?” Isabella smiles.
“I wanted to talk about some things,” I say seriously, and her face changes. It drops to a serious one too and I try not to worry myself.
“O-okay. What did you want to talk about?” She sits on the edge of the bed across from me and waits expectantly.
“I want to talk about us,” I start. “I’ve been thinking long and hard about us and I really like you, Isabella. I don’t want this to be a charade anymore, I want this to be something real.”
“You do?” she says wide eyed.
“I do. I know you’re moving out next week and I don’t know what that means for us, but I’d like it to mean that we give this a real shot. A real go of us,” I say quietly. Her lack of response is kind of killing me. I have no idea what she is thinking about all of this.
“I-I quit my job today,” she stutters.
I look at her confused until I realize what she’s saying. “With Madame Angelica?”
“Yes, I told her I don’t think the job is for me and that I don’t want to do it anymore. She wasn’t happy with me but there’s nothing she can do about it. So I quit,” Isabella says with a shrug.
“Why did you quit?” I have a feeling I know but I need to hear her say the words out loud.
“I umm…like you too. And I was going to tell you today but then you had to go and say it first,” she says with a light laugh.
“Sorry for stealing your thunder.” I laugh.
“Good, you should be.” She playfully shoves my shoulder and I wince, pretending it hurt.
“I just don’t want to be paid anymore. I’d give back all the other money if I could but it’s tied up in my school account and rent for my apartment next week.”
“I don’t want any money back. You earned every bit I gave you.” I smile.
“But that also means you have to dial back on the gift giving, some of the things are too much.”
“That I can’t agree to. I want to spoil my girl, and I have the means to do so, so please let me spoil my girl.”
