Fuck, I was such an idiot.I was trying to make things better. Scarlett hadn’t been crying when we’d come back, almost smiling at the familiarity of the TV show, and within seconds I’d ruined it. I couldn’t do anything right.
“Where’s Willa?” I asked instead, trying to change the subject. At least I could tell her I was back with her groceries and I’d gotten the mushrooms too.
Tearfully, Scarlett pointed down the hall. I stood up and made my way out of the room. I cast a glance back at them. Lyla had gathered Scarlett into her arms and was stroking her hair, making soothing noises. Not for the first time that day, I raised my eyes skywards. It was all such a mess.
The door to the spare room was closed. I turned the handle, without knocking, and opened it to find Willa naked, drying off with a towel. She covered up fairly quickly, but not fast enough. I’d seen everything.
“I’m too tired to scream. And I’m about to go make breakfast. Why didn’t you knock? She demanded, clutching the towel around her body.
I tried to avert my gaze but couldn’t. Everything about her was so familiar, the curve of her breasts, the contours of her waist and hips, the shapeliness of her legs.
“I didn’t think.” I rubbed my chin. “I brought the groceries you wanted,” I managed lamely.
“Well done.” There was a sarcastic undertone to her voice. “I bet I could’ve figured that out in a minute. Once I had clothes on.”
Oh, forget about the clothes, Willa. You don’t need clothes.A devilish voice whispered into my ear as I continued to stare at her.
“Right. Yes. Of course. Oh, and I brought cheesecake.”
A small smile crept across her lips. “Wes always brought Scarlett cheesecake. It was their thing.” She brought a hand to her cheek, careful not to let go of the towel, and brushed a tear away.
I wished I could have done it for her. I longed to touch her again, to brush my fingers across her perfect skin.
“Yeah, Wes told me. I thought it might make her feel better.”
“And did it?” She gently bit her lip.
“Sadly not. I managed to make her cry again.” I shrugged. “Lyla’s looking after her now.”
Willa nodded, then stared at me, waiting for me to leave. And I didn’t want to go. Not yet. Not ever.
“Anything else you managed to screw up?” Her brow arched. I remembered that look from high school. Some people found her scary when she did that. Me, I still found it sexy as hell. Add in that she was standing in front of me semi-naked, I’d never wanted her more.
“Well, there was one thing. For the record, I never stopped loving you. I don’t think I ever will.”
Then, before I could change my mind about what I was going to do, I closed the distance between us. I drew her into my arms, pulling her body close to me. She smelled divine, a mixture of citrus and apples from her shampoo and shower gel. Her lips were inches from mine, and I didn’t hesitate. I kissed her. For a second, her body stiffened in my embrace, then relaxed.
And she kissed me back.
The past six years melted away and we were back in high school. Frantic kisses coupled with fervent touching brought back memories of the first time we’d ever been together. If the situation had been different, I would have taken it further. But now, today, in Scarlett’s spare room wasn’t the time, despite what my dick thought. Our tongues danced together with easy familiarity and Willa sighed against my mouth, her back arching slightly as she moved closer. She’d be able to feel my erection through the thin towel she was still trying to hold to keep her decency.
It felt so, so right.
What the hell were we doing?
Finally, I pulled back and stared into her blue eyes. Beautiful ice blue pools I could happily drown in. I held her a minute longer, making sure she was steady on her feet. God, she felt good, even better than I even remembered.
She tasted like hope, belief and future happiness.
Her mouth formed a little ‘o’ shape, as if she couldn’t quite believe what had just happened. I understood how she felt, but if now wasn’t the time to take a few risks and act on impulse, I didn’t know when was.
“Andre, what was…?”
I placed a finger to her lips. “Sshh, we don’t need to explain it now.”
“But why…?”
It didn’t come as a surprise that she was full of questions. I was too.
