Baby Makes Three

There was hardly any space left between our lips now. Just the slightest move forward on either of our parts and our lips would be locked.

I was about to make that move when a noise had us both jerking our heads around to see what caused it.

A pen and notebook had fallen to the ground, pushed over by the dishes crowding the tabletop.

The loud clatter effectively broke the spell.

Hailey jerked away from me, the light in her eyes suddenly very much sober.

“Fuck, what am I doing?” I heard her whisper to herself.

She stood quickly and moved around the table to start gathering her books.

I followed close on her heels.

“I should leave. It’s getting late and- oomph”

I didn’t want her to leave.

Understatement of the century if there ever was one.

No, I needed her to stay.

I only meant to delay her parting with words.

Even without things getting physical, this little flirtation we shared in the last few minutes was a far better than the tenseness that existed between us since we reconnected. I didn’t want things to revert back to that uneasiness.

So I kissed her.

She froze then so did I, expecting a slap to the face.

But she didn’t slap me. Thank God.

Chapter Eight: Hailey

I knew the feel of those lips on mine.

I knew the taste of them like they were my own.

The wine we drank added an underlying fruity flavor that only enhanced his deliciousness.

There had been many times when Wyatt and I would spend hours just making out, sipping from each other’s lips like we had all the time in the world.

But we hadn’t had all the time in the world. Our time had ended suddenly and those lips had caused me endless pain with their words.

I should have pushed him away and walked out of here to save myself the heartache sure to come.

I had given myself a little pep talk before I came over to Wyatt’s apartment. No matter what, I would resist his appeal this time. I came over here to study and that was it. Then he became that guy that only I had the opportunity to see before. Not the one who flirted so automatically, but the one who was warm and open to me. Only me.

I missed that guy.

I missed him and the moments we shared. Loving moments like sharing light banter over a tasty meal. It was hard not to pretend that the last five years hadn’t happened and just be with him like we used to be.

But I knew better.

The little moment we shared was a fantasy because the last five eyes had indeed happened and they had taken their toll on me.

With the feel of his lips on mine, all the logic I held onto so dearly fell on the wayside and my body took over.