“What?”
“Faster with two of us, right?” Fuck yeah.
Glory
It took us anhour to clean up broken glass, and mop up spilled drinks, but the landlord was kind enough to give us each a free drink as a thank you. The buzz of the fight had died off, but my attraction to Henley was just intensifying by the hour. He’d been beside me, in my life, for so long, but it felt like I’d only seen a fraction of who he really was.
There was so much depth and heart to him, but those cute little petulant moments, and his tendency to ramble, were adorable. He was all man, but with just enough light-heartedness to make him a pleasure to be around. All one or the other would be the wrong fit for me, but I think he might be just right.
Going on his motorcycle with him was something I was fast beginning to love. Being wrapped around his strong body as he masterfully controlled the vehicle felt right. It felt like it was where I was supposed to be. Was it weird to be this close to him? No. I thought it might feel weird, but the few times we’d been pressed up close, or when we’d kissed, I felt like the underlying friendship was making things so much more intense and rewarding. I was fully comfortable with him, and that just made things easier. Maybe a little too easy to fall head over heels for him, but hadn’t I been mostly there before Sean? Wasn’t itjust a reawakening of unrequited feelings from way back? Even if he was now telling me they were always returned?
“I’m cooking tonight, sweetheart. What do you fancy?”
I watched him remove his leather jacket, slipping that cut back on over his shirt, and felt a little shiver of anticipation run down my spine. Suddenly I wasn’t hungry for food at all.
“You.”
He froze in the doorway, glancing at me over his shoulder, his fingers gripping the wooden doorframe so tightly I could see his skin whitening with the pressure.
“What?”
“You.” I wasn’t about to back down now. I knew what I wanted, and it was him. Would he give me what I wanted, or had he stopped feeling it in the time it took to clean up and come home.
He turned slowly, dragging a hand through his long dark hair.
“Are you sure?”
Duh. I grinned, sliding my jacket off and letting it hit the floor around my feet.
“So sure. Are you going to turn me down?”
“Fuck no!” He moved fast, lifting me against him as his lips touched mine, and softness turned to intensity in split seconds. We were breathing each other’s air, our tongues writhing together, and none of it was enough. It was hot, it was beautiful, but I wanted more.
“Please,” I breathed between kisses, “please. Please.”
“Upstairs,” he replied, lowering me down by the stairs and swatting my ass.
“I’m right behind you, sweetheart.”
Yes! Oh god yes. I ran up the stairs, hesitating in the hallway between our rooms. A low chuckle behind me was my only warning before I was swept up into his arms and he carried me into his room, kicking the door closed.
“Now, what was it you were saying? Something like please please please?” He grinned wickedly, and backed me up to the bed. “What parts of you are you wanting me to please?”
I dropped down onto the bed, trying to pull him with me, but he hesitated.
“Glory…”
“Don’t. Please don’t change your mind or overthink this. Hasn’t this been brewing for a long time? Years? Haven’t we both wanted each other and suffered the hell of unrequited love for too long?”
“It was never unrequited, Glory,” he gasped out, “Never! I always wanted you.”
I leaned back on my elbows and raised an eyebrow.
“And now you have me. So why aren’t you, like, literally having me yet?”
Henley started chuckling, lifting off his prospect cut and setting it aside with a grimace, turning back to me to begin lifting off his long sleeved jersey, revealing tattoos I’d never seen before on his torso, which was enticingly firm beneath the ink.
“Wait… is that my name?”