“Of course I do.”
“But not if it means cutting into your happiness,” she said, scooping up the last of her pancakes.
“What are you talking about?”
“That girl,” she said, suddenly exploding. “The one at the bar. I saw you bring her food out, and I saw you flirting with her. She was laughing and talking like you were just the funniest guy in the world, touching you whenever you could, and you loved it. I saw you.”
It took a moment before I realized who she was talking about. When I did, it hit me like a brick.
“Oh, you mean the blonde girl at table nine,” I mumbled.
“Yes, the blonde girl at table nine,” she said, tears welling up in her eyes again. “You seemed so happy.”
“Happy? I was flattered.”
“Even better,” she scoffed.
“No, you’ve got it all wrong,” I said. “It’s not like that at all.”
“Then how is it? Is she someone to date on the side?” Chloe asked.
“As a matter of fact, no. You were right, she did flirt with me,” I said, and Chloe rolled her eyes. “But I told her I was married. She then asked if I had any single siblings, and that’s when I laughed. I told her that I was the last one of my siblings to marry and that I was very happy with my wife.”
The eyes that held so much anger just moments ago began to soften, and her bottom lip quivered.
“Really?” she half-whispered.
“Really. Then she said congratulations, and I said thank you. I told her that it made me happy she said that because it never got old. And it hasn’t, because…” I took a beat, fighting the words that were coming out and losing. There was no use. I had to lay it on the line and let the chips fall where they may. “Because, damn it Chloe, I’m in love with you. I’ve been fighting it from the second you stepped foot in this apartment, and every day it’s gotten harder and harder. I love you, Chloe. I know it screws up the plan. I know it’s against our rules. But I love you. And you need to know that.”
There was a moment of silence as she seemed to run through a gambit of emotions. I understood that, since I was, too.
“I love you, too,” she choked out. The words hit me like a gut punch.
“Really?” She nodded, a smile crossing her lips while tears fell from her bright blue eyes. “For real?” I asked again.
“For real,” she said. “I am absolutely in love with you, Matt.”
I stood up and lunged over at her, picking her up into a hug. She laughed as she went airborne, and when I set her down on her feet, our lips crushed into one another. It was like I couldn’t get enough of her and wanted to inhale her. She kissed me back with just as much intensity.
I broke the kiss and looked into her eyes.
“I love you,” I said.
“I love you,” she responded.
I laughed as I kissed her again, and she pulled me by my shirt as she backed up out of the kitchen. She kept backing up until we reached my door, and she blindly reached for the handle to open it. As soon as it was open, we went inside, and I shut the door behind us.
We collapsed onto the bed together, lying sideways, her leg on top of me as our tongues wrestled with each other and brought in the taste of each other desperately. I reached for the belt of her robe and pulled it open slowly. She was wearing my sweatshirt again and a pair of yoga pants underneath. I slid my hand around her backside to pull her closer to me so she could feel how hard I was.
She rolled me to my back and mounted me, taking off her robe and tossing it aside before leaning down to kiss me again. As we kissed, she worked the buttons of my shirt open and let her palms slide across my chest and stomach. Then she reached for my pants and unbuttoned them, lowering the zipper as she raised her hips to give herself the room to pull them down.
My cock sprung out, and she grasped it in one hand, stroking it against her core, still in the yoga pants. Then she kissed my neck, slowly moving down my chest until she scooted down to my shins, giving herself access to my cock. She dove her lips down over it, taking me in and sucking me. I groaned loudly as she rose her tongue up the underside of me and swirled at the tip before diving back down again. Lovingly, patiently, she stroked me into her mouth, and I felt myself grow harder than I had ever felt.
I reached down and pulled her sweatshirt off, first by grabbing the sleeve and pulling until she let me get it off her. She wore a tank top underneath, and as soon as the sweater was off, she took off the tank, too. Then she knelt so that my cock rested between her breasts and rubbed them up and down my shaft.