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I feel him breathing.Feelhim, period. His heart is beating against mine, and it’s so loud. His closeness is unbearable, but I shift to sink deeper against him.
He pulls his hand from under mine, and I curse for being too straightforward. But his fingers brush my cheek, then gently take my chin and turn my face up so I have nowhere to look but him.
He has the kindest eyes I’ve ever seen and the sexiest twinkle. Two in one. And those gorgeous lips that kiss so well.
“I can’t stop thinking about you, Lu.”
He leans in, and his lips touch mine in a soft kiss just like the night of the party.
“I’ve been thinking about kissing you for days,” he whispers against my lips.
Me too, I want to say, but before I do, his mouth takes mine, and I forget about the words and onlyfeel.Him. His lips opening mine. His tongue brushing softly against mine. His arm around my waist tightening.
I’m not letting him go this time. I’ll hold him kiss-hostage for so long that he’ll have to fight me off.
So when he pulls away, I turn to my side in his arms so I can cup his face.
“I love kissing you,” he says, his gaze like a caress.
“Can you kiss me more often?”
“Absolutely.”
He kisses my smile, softly and gently.
I don’t know what he wants. Maybe Becky was right, and he’s just too nice to use me for a month or two or however long we have.
But I’m not as nice. I’ll take one month. I’ll take two. I’ll take a chance of having a broken heart if only I can have more of him right now.
We kiss for what seems like the entire movie. And whisper-talk. And kiss again. His hands constantly move, stroke, caress like he’s trying to figure out the many ways he can hold me in his arms.
When the movie is over, I don’t want to let him go.
“Do we have to stop?” I whisper.
Jace chuckles. “No.”
“Good.”
He lowers his knee and shifts, pushing me to the side, against the back of the couch, until I’m wedged between the cushions and him.
“I can kiss you for hours, Lu baby,” Jace whispers.
And he does.
1 à trois — (French)for three persons
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JACE
There isno chance I can sleep.
I fucking broke down during dinner. What I said was the truth. Lu is the first girl who cooked dinner for me. So it felt awkward at first. But then it dawned on me that Lu did it because she cared, that I was amidst something special that might never repeat.
And the desperation of wanting it to got the best of me.
That was what made the lump in my throat choke me up and hide in the fucking bathroom until I could breathe and talk again.
