“I love you, Tiff.” My voice breaks on her name. “You and Ella are everything to me. Everything.”
She lets out a shaky breath that turns into a laugh, and she presses her face into my chest for a second. When she looks up again, her eyes are red but bright—the brightest I've ever seen them.
“Did you, uh, want to stay with me tonight?”
It's barely a whisper, but I hear her.
Loud and fucking clear.
My heart rate quickens, my dick hardens a little, but I try to contain my excitement.
“What about Zach?” I ask. In reality, he probably wouldn’t notice or care, but it is his house, and he's home so I want to respect him.
Respect him?
I snort internally.
Incredible.
When did I become so respectful of Zach’s feelings? Zach Evans. Never in my entire life did I imagine giving a single emotional calorie to that boy, and now I’m tiptoeing around like I’m his therapist honoring his healing journey.
Tiff shrugs her shoulder. “He just played a huge game. He’s exhausted, and I doubt he’s coming out of his room tonight.”
I hesitate, still feeling a little guilty.
It doesn’t last long. Not when Tiff wraps her hands around my shoulders and she pulls me down for a kiss.
A mind-numbing, soul-crushing kiss.
My shoulders relax as my hand travels up her back, and suddenly, nothing else matters except the feeling of Tiff’s mouth on mine.
This is what I fought for. The reason I left everything else behind.
She tugs at my shirt, walking backward before pulling me into her room. I kick the door shut as she takes off my hoodie and then my shirt. I do the same for her, tossing her top across the room.
Then, pushing onto her tiptoes, she’s on me again. Kissing me senselessly.
I lean down, grab her thighs, and hook them around my hips, wasting no time as I walk her to the bed.
When my hands hits the mattress, and Tiff is lying on the sheets, I pull away and take her in.
Bare skin, messy hair, and pink, pouty lips. It's the most beautiful sight I've ever seen. Tiff's always been pretty controlled around me, but tonight she feels a little wild.
She pulls my jeans down, leaving me in nothing but my black boxers. I return the favor, kneeling in front of her to wiggle her jeans off.
As she lifts her hips, her little panties catch on the fabric and come off too.
Tiff tries to knock her knees together, but I'm right in the middle blocking it.
She’s not hiding from me. Never again.
When our eyes connect, she knows what I’m thinking, and I feel her body relax a little underneath me.
I place my hands on her knees and gently push them open a little further. Then I scoot into the space and kiss the space between her breasts, feeling her warm skin against me.
I trail my fingertips slowly up the inside of her arm, watching the goosebumps rise, until I reach the thin strap of her bra and hook my finger underneath it.
She’s breathing heavily as I drag it down her shoulder, taking my time. The second strap follows the same lazy path.