“No, what?”
Meeting my gaze, he grins. “You’re gorgeous.”
I don’t know what I thought he would say, but I really wasn’t thinking it’d be that. It’s obvious that whatever he wanted to say, he isn’t going to say now, so I let it go, leaning my forehead to his and moving my nose against his. I whisper, “You’re amazing, Jayden.”
Smiling, he cups my chin in his hand before taking my mouth with his in such a way that it almost seems like it’s different. I don’t know how to explain it, but I feel like something’s changed.
Really, everything has changed, and I’ll never ever be the same after him.
As he thrusts up into me, he gasps against my mouth, my name only a whisper as he comes, his eyes squeezing shut. Smiling, I cup his face as he jerks inside of me, and I can’t help but think how beautiful he is. And all mine. When he opens his eyes, he looks deep into mine before kissing me hard against my lips. Savoring the feeling, I wrap my arms hard around his neck before nuzzling my nose against his.
“What is it about us and stairwells?” he whispers against my mouth, his breathing just as hard as mine.
I smile as I shrug. “Maybe it’s our thing?”
Grinning, he says, “Well, if there is a thing to have, that’s it, eh?”
“For sure, I’d be stuck in a stairwell with you, anytime,” I whisper, trailing my lips along his.
He traps my face in his hands and I meet his desire-filled gaze, but then, I’m not sure if it’s desire. It’s something more, something intense. I think I know what it is, but I won’t ever say I saw it. Instead, I just look at his nose as he whispers, “Thank you.”
“For? Sex? Any time, buddy,” I say with a wink, wanting to lighten the situation because I’m pretty sure what’s in his eyes is in mine, but honestly, that’s not true. It can’t be.
“No, for being there for me,” he says, not even cracking a smile. “Really, it means more than you know.”
Looking down at his mouth shyly, I smile. Everything inside of me is falling for him, but my brain is begging everything to stop, to slow down, and just think this through. Can I do this? Can I really give my whole self to him?
Clearing my throat, I whisper, “I think I’ll take a word from your script.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I say, meeting his gaze again. “Always, Jayden. I’ll always be here for you.”
His mouth pulls up to the side as he cuddles me harder into his chest and his eyes burn into mine. If this is what love feels like, then why am I fighting it? Why can’t I just give in? Allow him to have me. All of me. Because, as his lips move, I feel like he is saying more than what his words say, and even what he does say freaks me out.
“I’m gonna hold you to that.”
But I only nod because, damn it, I want him too.
I want to try.
Making a face, I tilt my head to the side.
“I don’t know, Markus, are you sure?”
I meet his gaze in the mirror and he nods appreciatively. I feel a little self-conscious in my one-shoulder white toga, but then Markus is wearing a very thin white sheet around his waist with green underwear that you can totally see. He doesn’t seem to mind a bit either, but me, I need more layers or something. But I did do well on my hair and makeup, so I might actually be picking this girlie crap up.
Might, being the very big key word.
“If I didn’t see you as my best friend, I’d want to do you.”
A small grin pulls at my lips as I sway shyly back and forth. “Aw, how sweet.”
He shrugs. “Yeah, you’ve grown on me.”
“You have too,” I admit, and I might even consider him one of my closest friends. He’s a sweet guy, and I really don’t think I could have made it through a lot of my physical therapy courses without him, or really, the last couple months. He’s refreshing and easy to talk to. Also, he’s just downright hilarious, except when he’s picking on me and Jayden.
Mmm…Jayden.