HANNAH
Ihadn’t become another number.
I watched Theo sleep; my body still humming from the pleasure he had given me.
“Phillips. Why are you gazing at me like some sort of love-struck gazelle?”
His voice stunned me momentarily as I blinked.
“Youwish,De Luca.” I huffed, moving away from him, only to be captured by his hands as they circled me.
“Are you okay?” Theo mumbled into my hair, his lips finding their way to my skin, brushing against it softly.
“Yeah.”
“Look, I know you. That pretty little head of yours is going to be doing analytics the FBI would be jealous of. Talk to me.”
His tone was soft and caring, his fingers lacing with my hand as he lifted them to gaze at them. I stared at them too in awe, having held his hand so many times before, but never likethis. My skin felt like it was on fire from his touch; my body yearned to be close to his.
“You’re really something.” I chuckled as he sighed in my ear.
“You’re worried.”
I didn’t answer right away, annoyed that he knew me so well. The truth was Iwasworried, but only because I didn’t want to fall for him. I’d seen what he had done to other girls, and I didn’t want that to happen to me.
“You’re my best friend. I love you,” I said, lifting my eyes to his.
“I love you too.”
“But...me and you—it wouldn’t work.”
Theo sat up on his elbows as I turned towards him.
Why did he have to be so beautiful?
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him, reaching up to kiss him before I even realized what I was doing. His lips brushed against mine before he pulled away, staring into my eyes.
“You know what, Phillips? I don’t think you’ve got a choice. Look at how your body is craving to be with mine.”
He was right.
I entwined my legs with his, my arm under his body, caressing his back. I swallowed, my heart fluttering in my chest as I realized I didn’t see him as my best friend anymore.
Holy shit.
“Yeah, well.Luckily,I have a brain, and it’s telling me to get my ass some breakfast.” I smirked, sliding out of bed.
Theo frowned as I dressed quickly. I felt more in control when I was away from him.
“So, do you have any food? Pancakes? I want pancakes,” I said, dragging my hair into a loose bun on my head.
Watching me with a strange look on his face, Theo stood up, naked as the day he was born. I averted my eyes as I walked into his bathroom, brushing my teeth when he turned the shower on beside me. He stepped in, and the steam spread across the glass, so I didn’t have to see him.
Wet. Hot. Soapy.
Fuckkkkkkkkkk.
“Phillips. Get in here,” Theo commanded.
