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Great. Now I really was the one making this awkward as fuck. “I got into it with Aries today,” I said quickly. “He told me about your plans for tomorrow, and I realized I might lose you. Which, now that I’m saying it out loud makes me a massive jerk. I wanted you long before he showed up, it’s just that I—” Didn’t think I deserved to be happy. Didn’t want to saddle you with my truckload of issues. Because you’re so young and vibrant and perfect that I didn’t want to ruin you like I ruined my family, my friends.
“I understand,” she said with a small smile. “I’ll call him later and cancel.”
My stomach churned. Was I really any better for her than Aries? They were closer in age. Doubt he’d ever had a panic attack that left him helpless on the floor. Of course, he’d be better for her, I heard my father’s voice say. “I—”
“You changed your mind,” she said, her eyes filling with tears.
“Never,” I said in a rush. “You’re the first person I think of in the morning and the last when I fall asleep. It used to be Logan. But now, it’s you, and part of me is relieved and part of me feels so guilty. Not just because I’m not thinking about Logan, but because I don’t deserve you. I’m a fucking mess and always will be.”
Poppy launched herself from the armrest and straddled me. She kissed me with so much hunger my dick tried to punch through my jeans to get to her. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close. She gasped when my hard length pressed against her. Fuck, she felt good.
“Are you sure?” I asked pulling away.
“Yes. Are you?”
When I nodded, she took my face in both hands. “Say it.”
“I want you, Poppy.”
The relief on her face made my stomach bottom out. I’d hurt her more than I’d realized. I needed to show her how much I’d wanted this, wanted her.
I grabbed the hem of her sweater dress and pulled it over her head, revealing the most delicate pale pink bra I’d ever seen. It was so unlike the harsh black clothing she wore every day and yet so perfectly Poppy. I lowered my mouth and sucked one of her tight nipples through the lace. She moaned and rocked against me.
I was going to lose it before we even got started if she kept moving like that. I stood and she wrapped her legs around me, peppering my neck with kisses that tightened my balls. I practically ran to the bedroom, but when I got there, I looked at the air mattress and frowned.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, placing her hand on my cheek and forcing me to look her in the eyes.
“I just remembered I don’t have a real bed.”
She twisted in my arms and took in the air mattress sitting in the narrow beam of light from the hallway. “It’ll do.”
I laid her down gently and froze. This wasn’t a dream. She was here, just as turned on as I was. Her chest moved in rapid bursts, her skin flushed in anticipation, lips swollen from my kiss, more beautiful than anything my subconscious concocted to tortured me.
“Theo?”
“You’re exquisite.”
She gave me a soft smile, and I couldn’t wait a moment longer to feel every inch of her. When I reached for the waistband of her leggings, she lifted up to help me roll the black fabric from her shapely legs, leaving her in nothing but a pair of sexy lace shorts that matched her pink bra. I took a step back to admire her as best I could with only the light from the hallway, willing my body to cool long enough to sink inside her before I blew. I wanted toflip on the overhead light and study every curve, but then she’d be able to see all of me.
“Sorry, I’m not a thong girl,” she said, biting her lip and looking vulnerable. “I know they’re sexy but I can’t walk around with a wedgie all day.”
“You’re perfect,” I said and the little tension lines in her forehead disappeared.
“Pretty sure talking about wedgies right now makes me less than perfect.”
I leaned down, so I could whisper in her ear. “I’ve never been this turned on.”
A shiver ran through her body before she started fumbling with my shirt. I leaned back and pulled it over my head. Her eyes roamed the ink on my chest and arms before she rose on her knees and placed her hands on my heated skin.
“They’re incredible,” she said, tracing one of the larger tats on my shoulder. She took her time, letting her fingers roam over every design, gentle, almost reverent. My heartbeat slowed as I relaxed into her touch. Every inch of my torso was inked, except a small patch on my chest.
“You left the skin over your heart blank.”
I nodded.
“Why?”
“I’ve thought about what to put there, but nothing seemed important enough.” Instead, I’d left it, the blank skin like a note of silence in a song, the emptiness holding a weight of its own.