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“Ok.” I gave him my own quick nod.
“Ok.”
He didn’t roll back over. He just laid there, holding my gaze as the sounds of Matthew and Kate falling in love poured from the TV, the only sound filling my apartment.
“What about the radiator?” I asked finally, not sure if I could take any more. Who would have thought that prolonged eye contact could be so hot? Maybe Jane Austen was on to something?
“You’re gonna need a new one.” He admitted, pushing himself up off the floor to a sitting position.
My apartment was not very big. I was 5’9, and if I were to lie down, I was sure that reaching my hands over my head would make my hands be able to touch the wall, and my feet would almost be in the kitchen. And his large, over six-foot frame, crowded the space.
Now that he was sitting, his chest was almost parallel to the sofa, and I just so happened to be seated by the arm of the chair closest to him.
From the way I was slouching, we were almost at eye level.
Something changed in the air between us when our eyes met again, and I saw his Adam’s apple bob as he gulped.
“I’m gonna buy you a space heater.” He explained.
I could tell that he was acting like nothing had shifted like his eyes weren’t darting from my mouth and then back up to my eyes. He was trying to ignore it, this sudden flush to both of our cheeks and the charged air now swirling between us.
“And not one of the ones that are going to burn your place down, either. A nice one until the new radiator comes in.” He continued.
“Thank you.” My words were soft.
Another loaded pause unfolded between us, neither of us able to speak as we regarded one another. I had the sudden, almost overwhelming urge to touch him. My hands ached with it; this need to know what his stubble would feel like as I brushed my fingertips over his skin.
“I should probably get going now.” Blake’s voice was rough, and I could tell he was feeling this too.
Not trusting my own voice, I just nodded. I pushed myself off the couch, keeping my blanket wrapped around me, thinking that I could use clutching it as something to keep my hands busy while I walked him to the door.
I could sense him behind me as we walked through the small, cramped space. And I wasn’t paying a lick of attention until suddenly, my toe collided with the leg of my small kitchen table, and pain rushed through me.
I dropped the blanket as a yowl of pain tore itself from my lips, followed by a string of incredibly creative curse words.
“What happened? Are you alright?” Blake’s voice was high and worried as he rushed forward.
I hopped on one foot while I clutched at the other, almost tottering over, and Blake reached out a large hand to steady me.
The moment it was on my shoulder, and I felt the warmth of it seeping through my sweatshirt, my eyes found his. The pain in my toe turned from sharp to aching and faded altogether as I got lost in him. I lowered my foot, holding his gaze as I nodded.
“I’m alright,” I said, my voice betraying me just like I knew it would and cracking.
He moved his hand then, but not to stop touching me like I figured he would. Instead, it traveled from my shoulder up to my neck, his fingertips suddenly finding the exposed skin of my throat. They danced across it, and my breaths became short and shallow.
I gulped once, hard, and never took my eyes off of his.
His hands continued their trajectory, coming up to cup my face. It felt like time stopped as we gave ourselves just enough time to figure out if this was something we wanted to do.
Something shifted in his gaze, and the next thing I knew, his mouth was crashing into mine.
CHAPTERSIX
BLAKE
The moment our lips met,Nell groaned deep and low in her throat, and the sound alone threatened to make me spill out into my jeans.
I pushed my tongue forward, probing at her lips in a silent request. And when her mouth opened, I darted my tongue forward, and the sheer taste of her mouth alone threatened to undo me completely.
