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“Yeah. I think I forgot other men existed as soon as I saw you by the fountain.”
Isaiah’s lips parted. Fuck, I wished I could kiss that shocked look right off his face. It was so damn adorable, and… I mean, I wanted to kiss him. Full stop.
“Just us,” I said, trailing my fingertips down his cheek. “Doesn’t have to be anything serious. But just us.”
The surprise held for a moment, but then he nodded, carding his fingers through my hair. “I’m game.”
God, yes. We were doing this.
Except…
Oh, son of a bitch.
Sighing, I met his gaze again. “Of course, now we won’t get to see each other for a while.” I grimaced. “The team is about to leave on a road trip.” I ran my palm down his arm. “Two weeks.”
Isaiah groaned. “Oh, man. Blue Balls City, Population: Us.”
I snorted. “I know, right?” Tracing my thumb along his jaw, I said, “But we’ll get through it. And it’ll be totally worth it afterward.”
His grin made me question my own words.CouldI wait that long? Could I really? Because in that moment, I didn’t think I could wait another goddamned minute.
“It’ll be worth it,” he said, and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Even if it drives us both insane first.”
At least I wasn’t the only one.
Yeah, we’d get through it.
Yeah, it would be worth it.
But I was pretty sure it was going to befucking torture.
Chapter 11
Isaiah
Why wasit that the more real this thing with Tanner was, the less I could believe it? Like with every step we took toward being more than friends, the more I was sure the other shoe was about to drop. He was going to be into it right up until he wasn’t, and as soon as he said,“Actually, never mind”and peaced out, I’d be crushed… but not surprised.
What is wrong with me?
As if I didn’t know. It wasn’t a matter ofwhatwas wrong with me—it waswhowas wrong with me.
Ugh. I broke up with Keith three fucking years ago. Couldn’t he just leave me the hell alone?
Yeah, right.
I hadn’t figured out how to silence my stupid ex’s voice yet, and I probably wouldn’t figure it out today. What I did know was that as I shuffled into the teachers’ lounge to get some coffee, I felt like shit.
I’d sucked off Tanner Jeffries last night. He’d made me come all over both of us. We’d made all kinds of promises about what we’d do when he came back from his road trip. Hell, he’d been the one who wanted to see me before he went out of town for two weeks. After all that, I should’ve been so delirious with anticipation and lust, I couldn’t see straight.
Nope. Not even close.
No, I was a jittery fucking mess. I wasn’t even sure I wanted to drink the coffee I’d just poured myself because my stomach was preoccupied with twisting itself around all my stupid insecurities.
Did I have to do this every time I met someone? Really?
And did it have to be a million times worse now that I’d met—and hooked up with—the man I’d been online friends with for ages?
Jesus Christ. I’m such an idiot.
