Page 74 of Never Really Over

Definitely that option. Holy shit, but that’s a sight I could get used to again. I might be getting way ahead of myself here, but damn, how could I not?

That love I once felt for her never even faded. It’s been simmering on the surface this entire time and now that she’s back, here in my bed, I want to say fuck it to all my worries and plans for staying single and focus only on Poppy.

There’s room in my life for two girls.

In only a pair of basketball shorts, I climb into bed. I’m positive she could see my erection because her eyes were basically glued there. Maybe I could have done something to hide it, but instead I just whipped off my boxer briefs and went commando. No hiding possible.

“Do you want the fan on? I usually sleep with the ceiling fan going.”

“I do, too.”

With the remote for the light, because I’m fancy like that, I turn on the fan and dim the light, not ready for darkness to plunge into my room. I roll over onto my side to face her and she does the same, tucking her hands under her cheek.

“What are you thinking?”

“You really want to know?” she challenges.

“Yeah,” I whisper. “I don’t just want to, I need to.”

She takes in a deep breath. “I’m thinking things I probably shouldn’t be thinking, and not just because there’s an entire house full of people and children.”

“What kind of things?”

“The kind that we need privacy for.”

With cat-like reflexes, I shoot my arm out and pull her closer. She giggles quietly and wraps an arm around my waist. Her hand on my bare skin sets a fire inside that I don’t want to extinguish. “I’m thinking the same,” I admit.

“How can we be here already?” she wonders, letting her fingertips trail up and down my back. Goose bumps. She’s giving me goose bumps. I will myself to stay in the moment, to not jump ahead or push things faster than either of us are ready for. We have a lot to overcome and issues to sort out between us but my body is saying to go after her. I didn’t realize how much I missed Layla until tonight.

We’re not ready for you, yet,you understand that?I tell my dick.

“Maybe we never left. We were just on a really long pause.”

“Too long of a pause?”

“One way to look at it, but then again, we wouldn’t be who we are today if that pause didn’t happen.”

“How do we know we even like each other now that we’re different people?”

“That’s a good question but the only way we find out is if we give it a shot. Take the time to hear about our lives when we were apart, learn who we are now, and see if it fits. But, Layla? I’m going to tell you right now, there’s not a single part of me that doesn’t think it fits.”

“Really?” she asks, sidling in a little closer.

I lean down and brush a kiss across her waiting lips. “Really.”

That one brush isn’t enough. Not even close. I was right earlier. Vanilla. She tastes like vanilla and it snaps my resolve.

With a low growl, I practically attack her, flipping her onto her back with my body held above hers. She presses into my lower back so my weight is on her and she wraps her legs around my upper thighs, holding me there.

Our lips meet and I swear I see stars behind my closed eyes.

Kissing Layla was one of my favorite things. Our tongues tangle as if no time has passed between us. The memory of our kiss left beneath the surface all this time. It’s rough, but still somehow gentle. Neither of us are eager to come up for air. My hardness rubs against her center and she trembles beneath me, letting out a quiet moan that I can feel on my tongue.

I let my hand trail up her side, under my shirt, but with every ounce of willpower I have in me, I don’t go farther. I don’t want to rush this, even though my body is screaming at me to peel away the layers between us.

I’m so ready for her, I’m sure I could come just by dry humping her tonight.

I’ve also not had sex in areallylong time.

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