And that seems to break him as much as it breaks me.
He leans down to kiss me and it feels almost like it’s our first time, kissing like we’re not quite sure of it, but we need it more than either of us understand.
His lips part slightly and his tongue slides out over mine. I moan involuntarily at the rush of heat, and it’s as if something catches fire inside me.
Unfreezing, bit by bit.
Because finally something feels like it’s mine.
A quiet drizzle just begins to tap down on the roof of the car, and the rush of the rain slowly increases, surrounding us.
“Stay with me,” he says against my lips as he breaks off for a breath. “I want to stay with you, Weston.”
I don’t know if he means for right now, for tonight, or for longer.
But no matter what it is, I have the same answer.
“Of course I’m fucking staying with you.”
22
Sev
For a lifetime, all I’ve ever thought about was independence. I never thought about love, or wondered about falling for another person. I’m still not even sure what it might mean.
But something likelovehas the ability to change everything.
Even things I was certain of.
I wakeup with Weston in my arms and rain still pattering on the windows of his room.
We’re in his bed.
And it’s the only place I want to be.
“Anyone ever told you that you snore?” he murmurs gently as he blinks his eyes open, looking up at me with mischief in his blue eyes.
“You liar.”
“I mean, it’s not loud snoring. It’s very soft, and almost cute, but it’s there.”
I hum and bring my nose to the edge of his hair, burying my face in it. “You know, just because I admitted I want you doesn’t mean I can’t still punish you.”
“Not my fault you look hot when you snore,” he protests, shifting in my arms.
I clasp my arms tighter around him so he won’t wriggle away, and I breathe in his scent.
“I don’t want to leave this bed yet. Not ready for the rest of the world yet.”
He sighs, reaching down to grip my hip. “I’m not either. But I’m sure Kieran will at least be happy today when he gets that offer from the CEO.”
“I texted him before I went on the drive last night. He at least knows that something good is coming his way. But the rest of his problems are his own to fix.”
Weston runs his fingertips over the dip at the bottom of my abs, and I can tell by the look on his face that he’s lost in thought.
“Actually, there was a guy last year in Onyx who needed to work with a counselor. He was also taking too many pills, and he said the counselor turned his life around.”
“Really?”