Page 102 of Unbearable

He smiles. “I know… and I’d like to mention here I’d like to start having sex with you again. I’ve got a constant hard-on around you. It’s frustrating. It’s been five months.” In case I didn’t hear him right, he holds up his hand, fingers spread apart to indicate the number five, and then repeats it again, silently moving his lips around the word.

I step back away from him. “I have to finish the pasta salad.”

He knows this is me pulling back, but only because I need a couple minutes to think of how I want to approach this.

Well those couple minutes turn into like two hours, and Tyler’s moving about his bedroom in a pair of gray cargo shorts and a white Hurley T-shirt that clings to his muscles in the most delicious of ways, I’m reminded of how sexy he is and that I know what I want. Not to mention I’m in his room, sitting on his bed. There’s that reminder.

And then I scan his face. His hair has grown back about an inch and he just shaved the sides, a reminder of his previous hair cut where I had hair to pull on top. Okay, maybe I’m just missing sex with him. Have I mentioned since the accident we haven’t had sex?

It’s fucking torture.

“I’d like to start having sex with you again. I’ve got a constant hard-on around you. It’s frustrating.”

I should just give in. There’s no real reasonwhywe shouldn’t be.

“You look deep in thought,” he says, sitting beside me.

I smile at him. “When did you know you were in love with me, Tyler?”

With his eyes on our hands, he nods. “Thanksgiving. I was watching you eat mashed potatoes.” His eyes find mine, humor dancing in them. “Then you mouthed the words ‘fuck off’ and I fell, right then with gravy drippling down your chin.”

Laughing, I shake my head. I knew he wouldn’t take it seriously but maybe after the teasing I might get some truth.

Tyler’s quiet and I’m nervous as to what he might say next. His head drops forward and he shakes it back and forth like he’s gathering courage. “I met a girl when I was fourteen,” he says warmly, taking my hand in his and squeezing it. “But she was a little sister, someone I couldn’t love because of an age difference. And then life got in the way and shit changed.” His lids lower and he sighs, his focus on the ground leaving me nothing but lashes. “Nothing you can say or do would ever make me stop loving you.” His eyes find mine again. “I’m forever. Yeah, I didn’t fall in love with you like I should have. I staggered my way into it and tried like hell to avoid it, but when it happened, I knew there was no going back from there.”

As much as I wanted to pinpoint a day, I couldn’t even tell you when I fell completely in love with Tyler. It happened slowly like opening a shaken bottle of soda pop. One tiny movement at a time and then before I knew it, I was so far gone there was also no coming back from it.

I know now what these past five months have taught me. Tyler and I are good at friends, but we’re even better at lovers.

“I have to ask you something.”

He stares at me, shifting on the bed to face me. “What?

Drawing in a deep breath, my fucking voice shakes when I ask, “Does your D want to go steady with my V?”

Tyler fucking bursts out laughing. He has to hold his stomach even. I didn’t think it was that funny, but then he straightens up, eyes me carefully and asks, “Is your muff finally asking my wang to be a family?”

Groaning, I flop myself back on his bed. “Yes or no already?”

Suddenly his body covers mine and waits for me to look at him. When I do, he kisses my lips, once, twice, three times. “It’s definitely ayes.”

Opening my eyes, I watch him though his are closed. He said yes. My heart races at the thought of us finally being together.

“What time do we have to be at your mom’s house for the barbeque?” he asks between kisses.

“She said four.”

“Plenty of time then.”

I laugh. “Tyler, it’s like three thirty. We should be leaving.”

He shakes his head. “It’s been five months. Five seconds would be plenty of time with how badly I need this.”

Without hesitation, his mouth crashes to mine and I eagerly oblige. Sucking his bottom lip between my teeth, I bite down slowly and then pull him into me by his broad tattooed shoulders. He moves closer, his mouth firmer and then his tongue eagerly seeks entrance, rushing desire through my entire body.

The kiss could set his apartment on fire. Never has he kissed me like this.

“Please,” he whispers. “Please.”

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