He rolls his eyes. “I told you I’d help. Besides, the sooner you have this up and running, the sooner you won’t need me here anymore.”
His words sting a little, so I take another step back. “I don’t need you now. Feel free to leave.”
His eyes twinkle with amusement. “Please,” he says sarcastically. “You’re a fucking mess without me.” He steps toward me.
I raise an eyebrow at him. “I’m a fucking mess with you here too. What’s the difference?”
His jaw ticks to the side like he’s upset. He walks forward and leans his hand against the wall next to my head. “It’s going to get better,” he whispers softly. He leans his forehead up against mine.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” he says angrily. “Because otherwise I won’t be able to stop thinking about it.”
Before I can respond, he continues. “Then this needs to stop. It can’t happen again.”
He presses his lips to mine more gently than I was anticipating. His lips softly press and suck mine. His hands cup both sides of my jaw as he slips his tongue in my mouth. He leans his body into the kiss, and I reach up and run my fingers into the back of his hair.
The way he’s kissing me feels like he really thinks I’m going to stop. He can say this is the last kiss all he wants. I somehow don’t share that same belief.
He pulls back slowly. His lips are still close to mine. His air becomes my air as we both calm our breathing. “Go to sleep,” he says. “It’s going to be a busy day tomorrow.”
He steps backward to his bedroom door. I take the moment to check him out. I never really noticed how attractive he was before. I mean I knew he was objectively, but I was married to Jake. I never thought about him that way before.
Now though? Damn. My eyes fall down to where his jeans hang low on his hips and then back up to his muscular chest. His t-shirt fits snug, and the veins in his arms pop out since he’s clenching his fists.
Wait, why is he doing that? My eyes shoot back up to his.
“Wren,” he says angrily.
I smile back. I can’t help it. He looks sexy when he’s angry. Maybe that’s what changed between us. He was never angry with me before. Sure, he’d call me on my shit sometimes, but he’d never look at me like this.
“Hm?” I hum.
“Stop,” he says.
“Stop what?” I grin back as I lean back against the wall.
“You know what,” he smirks back, and then he shakes his head at the ground and opens his bedroom door. “Goodnight, Wren.”
I bite my lip to hide my smile. “Night, Reed.”