My parents were arguing, and he just pulled me into bed and told me he wanted to show me a new song. I climbed into bed with him, tucked against his chest with the song blasting in the headphones, until I fell asleep.
I swallow hard, staring down at my plate as I remember the night I desperately tried to drown out the noise with music. Chris wasn’t there, and I needed him so badly, and I needed to notthinkanymore. I wanted some peace. I wanted to take the pain away. And then I finally broke. But it didn’t help. Nothing did, until Chris showed up in my room.
He’s seen every part of me. Every ugly, stained part of me.
But maybe that’s why he doesn’t feel the same way I do.
He’s seen too much.
I shake the thoughts away as I take a bite of my sandwich, swaying my hips to the music. But when I turn around, I freeze, seeing Chris leaning against his doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, a lazy smile on his lips.
“How long have you been there?” I ask, setting down my half-eaten sandwich on the plate beside my phone with the song still playing, and lower the volume to a soft hum.
“A while,” he says with a shrug, stepping away from the door frame and moving closer to me. God, he looks so hot. His curly hair is all tousled from sleep, and I can’t help but want to run my fingers through it. My eyes linger on his t-shirt, noticing the way it hugs his muscles. I catch myself running my tongue over my bottom lip, wondering what he looks like underneath it all.
Sure, I saw him naked last week, but I was in shock, and focused on his thick cock wrapped in his fist. I didn’t really have time to look atallof him.
But Ireallywant to.
I want to know what he looks like without any clothes on, and how he feels against me.
“Why are you secretly watching me like a creep?” I tease, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks as I resist the urge to sneak another look at him.
He chuckles, and I can’t help but smile at the sound. “I love watching you dance. You always look so free.”
“Yeah,” I say, letting out a breath. “I feel it too.”
He nods, giving me a warm smile. “You’re amazing, Gabs. I can’t believe how fucking amazing my best friend is.”
I scoff. “Stop feeding my ego,” I joke, finishing off my sandwich.
“I’m serious. You’re so talented.”
Hearing Chris compliment me is everything I never knew I needed. I could survive on his compliments alone. “You really think so?”
He smiles, nodding as he crosses his arms, leaning against the fridge. “Of course I do. And it means more coming from me, since I was forced to be your dance partner,” he says with a teasing smirk.
I let out a laugh, shaking my head. “I made you dance with meonce,” I say with an eye roll. “I was high, and you agreed.” Chris chuckles, pressing his lips together. “Will you please let it go if I promise I won’t ever ask you to do it again?”
He chuckles, a playful glint in his eyes as he wipes a hand down his mouth while watching me. “I didn’t say I didn’t like it.”
“No?” I raise an eyebrow, intrigued.
He smirks, straightening up, and he picks up my phone, skipping songs until he finds a slow one. One my mom used to love. Tears prick my eyes when I hear it as Chris raises the volume, the melody filling the room, and extends his hand towards me.
“You’re kidding,” I say with a hint of disbelief.
He shakes his head. “I want you to know I’ll dance with you whenever you want, Gabi.”
“You’re such an idiot,” I say with a laugh, reaching out to take his hand.
With a swift motion, he shifts so his hand wraps around mine, while his other hand finds its place on my waist. My eyes widen in surprise when he extends his arm, spinning me around before swiftly pulling me back in and dipping me backward.
“You remember,” I say, my lips parting at the sight of his smirk. “How the hell do you remember the steps? We were high as hell that day.”
My heart immediately quickens, beating back to life, as if I was simply existing until his touch brought me to life. “I could never forget a moment between us,” he says, his words sending a shiver down my spine.
His eyes lock with mine, and we stop dancing, just standing there, holding each other, our breaths mingling in the quiet. Time ticks by, but we don’t move. I must be dreaming, or hallucinating because I swear his eyes dip to my mouth. And I swear he leans in, ready to—
