“Come,” he tells me, and kisses my cheek, then my lips.
When that rise starts growing within me, I press my lips into his, if only to contain the volume of my ecstasy.
My legs tremble as I tighten them around his body, and every moment I expect that tremor of release, but the feeling only builds and builds until I’m in another world entirely with only his embrace as sweet gravity, keeping me tethered to the earth.
When the jolting electric waves shoot through me, I pull my head back and forget any care as my body responds, immaculate, to his every movement.
My heart is pounding, and I could swear I feel the earth shift beneath and around me, though the waves continue to wash over my body.
“I love you,” I whisper as the pulse starts to recede and he smiles as he presses himself into me over and over.
“I love you, too,” he says, and I have a feeling that things are never going to be the same again.
Chapter Sixteen
The Other Side
Dane
The most beautiful morning greets me when I wake, but it’s easily overtaken by what I have to do next. I have to tell Wrigley not only can I not be in a relationship with her, but we’re going to have to stop seeing each other entirely.
Sure, we could stay friends, but I have a feeling she’s not going to be thrilled about that particular option.
I might have been able to enjoy the morning more completely if it didn’t mirror the morning that Wrigley and I spent right after I told her that I wanted to be in a relationship with her.
Yeah, I kind of bungled this one from the start.
Oh well.
Before anything else happens, I need to tell Wrigley what’s going on and that we can’t see each other anymore.
You know, even a few days ago, I would have just avoided the situation entirely: Wrigley being a little batshit crazy and all, but after the conversation we had over coffee yesterday—I don’t know. This might not be so bad.
My first instinct is to just give her a call and drop the news that way, but that seems like the coward’s way out. We’ve been whatever we’ve been long enough that she deserves to hear it face-to-face.
Besides, she was actually supportive when presented with the information that I have a thing for Leila. Supportive might not be the right word, but it’s close enough to feel somewhat confident.
I make the call.
“Hello?”
“Hey, it’s Dane,” I tell her.
“Hey,” she says. “Did you and your roommate have your little talk?”
“Yeah,” I say. “I think we should probably discuss that face-to-face, though. What are you doing later?”
“It’s Sunday,” she says. “I have fuck-all planned. What about lunch?”
“Okay.”
The conversation is pretty short. I don’t know why, but it’s a bit unsettling to me how smoothly this is going.
Leila’s off planning her move with Mike. I don’t really like the guy, but as I’m going to lunch with Wrigley, I really can’t say anything about it.
I take a quick shower and get dressed.
Wrigley and I didn’t really set a time, she merely finished off her part of the conversation by saying, “We’ll go when you get here.”