Page 122 of Just My Type of wrong guy

His steps are heavy, purposeful, and when he stops right behind me and rests a hand on my waist, my legs go weak. I lean my body into his instinctively.

“So this is where you wanna sleep tonight?” His voice is low and rough, lips brushing against my ear, making me arch toward him. And I silently curse myself for reacting so easily.

But I nod, my head against his chest.

He tightens his hold, then gently turns me to face him, his hands slipping under my loose top, caressing my skin. His eyes scan mine like he’s reading something only he can see. My hand reaches up to the back of his neck and pulls him close, ready to close the distance between us.

“Wait.” A.J. ducks his head away and takes a big step back.

I rewind the last few seconds in my mind. There’sno wayhe’s backing out now.

“Did something happen?”

He shakes his head, eyes still locked on mine—but this time, filled with hesitation.

“I just… I need to know if you really want this. If it’s not just the perfect day talking.”

“What kind of question is that?” I ask, walking toward him. “My day was perfectbecauseI was with you, A.J. I want this. I really do.” The words slip out of me so easily that the version of me from this morning would probably faint.

“Okay. But it can’t be like last time.” I raise an eyebrow, waiting for the reason. “I’m not forgetting anything in the morning,” he says, his voice firm. “I don’twantto forget.”

I take a breath, slow and deep, understanding exactly what he means.

“Well… it’s not like we ever truly forgot the first time,” I say with a little shrug, and a smile bloom across his face. “But I’d rather not talk about it with anyone for a while. I mean, okay, noteveryone,” I correct myself, because obviously he’s going to tell Dani, and I’ll definitely tell Thalia.

And maybe Daniele. And Beatriz too.

“I’m not gonna announce I kissed you through a megaphone, Alexandra,” he laughs, flipping his hair and biting his bottom lip, serving me his most shameless self.

“Are you sure?” I raise an eyebrow, letting the words hang between us while my eyes trace the way he walks away from the door like he’s got all the time in the world.

“Because I could kiss you in a way that’d make you wanna scream it from the top of the freakin’ world.”

By the time I finish, he’s already standing in front of me—close enough for his scent to mess with my head. He glances at my lips. I catch a glimpse of his tongue as he wets his own. Our eyes lock. Neither of us moves. The air thickens with heavy breaths—, mine, shaky; his, deep and slow.

Then, A.J. slides one arm around my waist and pulls me in, his gaze never breaking from mine. He leans down, his mouth brushing over mine but not quite kissing just hovering, teasing, burning.

And when he finally bites my bottom lip, it’s gentle, lingering, sinful.

“Then do it. Kiss me until I’m at the Top of the Rock with a megaphone, telling the world how perfect for me you are.”

He lifts me up like it’s nothing, holding me in the air, our faces barely inches apart.

“You’re gonna ruin me, Anthony,” I whisper, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him in for a kiss.

The butterflies in my stomach don’t even have time to settle before they’re in flight again, ready to relive every spark of the first time: the heat, the rush, the need to have him closer, again and again.

But when his mouth meets mine this time, everything’s different.

It’s not my body that reacts first. It’s my heart—racing, reckless, unstoppable. As his hands slide down my back, tracingslow, distracted paths along my skin, I don’t just shiver. Imelt. Like I’ve finally landed in the only place that’s ever made sense.

He threads a hand through my hair and sucks on my tongue, but instead of chasing urgency, I match his rhythm. I don’t need more. Not tonight. Because tonight, I’m not in a hurry. This time… this won’t end in the morning.

A.J. walks us over to the bed and lowers me onto the mattress with care, lying on top of me as his hand strokes down my leg. And I have to hold myself back from completely falling apart. Because tonight, this isn’t about desire, lust, or need.

It’s just about him.

His kiss, his touch, his smile, his desire to live all the good things life has to offer, the way he always effortlessly sees the best side of everything, and, deep down, it’s also that every time I try to see the good side of life… he’s the only thing I see.

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