Page 35 of A Little Too Forward

“Stop staring. It’s so creepy,” she mumbles from her pillow. Her eyes aren’t open, but she must feel me looking at her.

“I wasn’t,” I try to defend myself. “I was getting comfortable.”

“Liar,” she says with a smile, her lashes fluttering open.

When her moss-green eyes hit mine, I’m captivated. In the bright morning light, they’re even more brilliant, pulling me closer to her.

I know what’s building between us. It’s something that I’ve been wanting for a very long time but never thought would happen. Having Sabrina in my life again, getting to know her as she is now, has been a remarkable experience.

But it’s time for more.

I’ve been holding my tongue, trying not to flirt with her or do anything that might give my crush away, and it’s been working. I don’t think she has any idea about how deep my feelings go for her.

I’m done with hiding. With filming wrapping up at the end of this week, I’m ready to put it all on the line.

Slowly, so slowly, I dip my head closer to hers. Sabrina’s eyes widen slightly as I get closer, but she doesn’t stop me. When I’m an inch away, I pause just for a second, giving her the opportunity to turn if this isn’t something she wants.

No protest comes. Instead, she pushes up to me. Our lips are seconds away from touching. I can feel her hot breath on my face and my heart pounding in my chest.

My lips brush against hers. Once. Twice. Then I dip lower, ready to seal the deal.

I’m so hypnotized by her that I don’t hear the deep “Maxie Boy, you have got to try these donuts. I swear on all—the fuck?”

Sabrina screams, jolting away from me and falling off the other side of the bed. Springing from my prone position, I sit up and glare at Mason.

“Ever heard of knocking?” I yell at him, holding the sheet up to my chest like a scandalized virgin.

“When have I ever knocked?”

I curse, throwing the sheets off me and crawling to the other side of the bed to make sure Sabrina is alright.

“It’s just Mason,” I tell her when I notice she’s trying to squeeze under the bed.

“Yeah, I know that.Now,” she hisses back to me in a quiet whisper.

“Why are you whispering? He saw you.”

I hear her frustrated sigh as she just lies on the floor, unmoving. Is she playing dead now? I’m honestly confused.

“You could have at least tried to gaslight him. Make him think he was seeing things.”

“I’m too smart for that,” Mason interjects, biting into a donut.

“Unfortunately, he’s right.”

Pushing up onto her elbows, Sabrina presses her fingers into her temples. “You are both hopeless idiots.”

Laughing at the disappointment in her voice, I get off the bed and circle around to help her. Extending my hand, I lift her to standing. Sabrina is covered from her neck down to her ankles, with her hair in wild disarray…and she’s the most stunning woman I have ever seen.

“Wicked PJs, Sabrina.” Mason’s voice is like nails on a chalkboard. The moment is once again ruined.

“Fuck off,” Sabrina snaps at Mason, not in a harsh voice, but in a pissed-off, sisterly way before she stomps to the bathroom and slams the door.

Mason turns to me wide-eyed.

“What the hell did I interrupt?”

“Nothing,” I tell him. “Well, something. But nothing happened.” I run a hand slowly through my tangled hair, frustrated at being so close, yet so far away from finally kissing Sabrina. “How the hell did you get in here anyway?”

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