I barely know the guy. Yeah, we’ve been talking for a month now, gone on a date, and have kissed a few times, but we haven’tknowneach other that long.
It’s too soon for sleepovers…right?
“Would it weird you out if I said yes? I’ll sleep on the couch, I’m just not sure I’m up to driving home right now.”
“It’s only as weird as we make it.”
“But we’re us…which means things could get weird. I mean, you did ask me about masturbating last week.”
“Hmm…fair point. Let’s shake on it. No making it weird.” I hold my hand out, waiting for him.
“Deal.” He clasps my hand in his and pulls me toward him until our noses are nearly touching.
“I bet you’ll smell different when you’re sleeping. That’s not weird, right?”
Zach’s lips twitch. “Not at all. I hope you don’t mind that I sleep naked.”
“I hope you don’t mind that I sleep in a mumu.”
“I bet you’re dead sexy in that mumu.”
“I bet your penis looks smaller out of those tight jeans than in them.” He cracks a full smile this time and I know I’ve won.
“Stop being freaks and come let this sweet angel out so I can feed him and go to bed,” Zoe demands, interrupting whatever it is we’re doing.
Zach pulls me closer until his lips are brushing my ear.
“I can prove otherwise,” he whispers before pulling way. There’s this expression in his eyes, like he’s holding himself back from saying more, from wanting more.
“I—”
“Come on already!” Zoe interrupts.
Zach stands, giving me one last glance full of desire.
My body thrums with want. It’s already not fair that his kisses set me on fire, that a simple touch from him drives me crazy—but his words too?
If Zoe wasn’t in the room, I’d waste no time pushing Zach back down on this couch and straddling his lap, kissing him until we were both burning for more, teetering on the edge of exploding. I’d march his sexy ass right back to my bedroom and have my way with him.
“D, look! How cute is he!”
But there’s Zoe and her loud, interrupting mouth. Tack on my own insecurities about rushing into whatever it is we have going on, and yeah, nothing is happening. I won’t be stripping down and having my way with him any time soon.
I heave a sigh and drag my body off the couch, busying myself with grabbing spare blankets and pillows from our tiny linen closet.
I feel so stupid making a bed on the couch for Zach. Why can’t I be brave enough to invite him into my bed? Why can’t I go for what I want?
Because you jumped the gun before and look how that turned out.
Oh yeah, that’s why.
“That for me?” Zach asks after securing Marshmallow inside his cage.
“Yep. I even gave you my favorite pillow.”
“Liar.”
“True.” I push my long brown hair back behind my ear and glance up at him before flitting my eyes away. “So…”
