And I’m so fucking tired of resisting him.
I push the door open and he gives me a smile that hits me straight in the chest.
“Get in here,” he says.
And he pulls me in.
17
Weston
Sev’s usual brash attitude disappears as he steps into the shower with me.
I was terrified as I jogged up to the Daggers house front door.
But the moment I saw Sev I knew it was worth it.
It’s because he looks at me like that, now.
His eyes are half-lidded and he gives me eyes that make me feel like I’m his favorite thing in the world. Sev has a way of giving out attention that feels like a spotlight and I’m hopelessly addicted to it.
He’s quiet as he brings his hands to my shoulders, stroking over my skin under the hot spray of the water. His lips land on my neck as his torso pushes up against mine.
Warm.
So warm.
I was confident at the front door but now I’m letting him take the lead, leaning back on the cold tile of the shower.
He buries a hand in my hair as it gets wet, stroking his fingertips through it.
And he’s not trying to get off quick.
He’s taking his time.
My skin breaks out in goosebumps as he trails his fingertips over my nipples and then down my abs. I’m still breathing hard, like I never stopped to catch my breath after my run.
The water rushes around us, and finally, mercifully, I’m able to make myself move. I reach out to run my hands along his shoulders and down his arms, over the dark raven ink that used to scare me.
But he’s not brutal.
He’sgorgeous.
Why didn’t I see it before?
Why didn’t I see it the first day I ever met him?
Or maybe I did see it before, and it alchemized in my mind as some fucked up form of competition in my mind.
I had to hate him.
Because the alternative was becoming utterly and completely addicted to everything about him.
As he strokes his hand through the V-shape on my lower abs, I lean over toward the crook of his neck, burying my face just behind his ear where it meets his dark hair.
He’s grabbing body wash now.
I kiss his neck like he kissed mine, and the resulting soft moan I get out of him is like a drug. Body wash scent catches the air as he lathers, something ambery and warmly spiced, filling the shower stall as his palms land on my skin again.