Page 51 of The One for Me
“We already are.” His thumb tucks under my chin, and he tilts my face toward his. “I’m just waiting for you to see it. There’s no going back to what we were, there are two choices in front of us. We can give into what we want or we can walk away, and I can’t do that.”
“What if it’s not up to you?”
“It’s up to the both of us. Now, let’s watch the movie before I start kissing you again.”
He maneuvers our bodies so that he’s spooning me instead of us facing each other.
I look over my shoulder at him. “You know this doesn’t mean I lost the bet. You kissed me.”
Sean chuckles against my ear. “Fine. Either way, I’m winning it all—your heart, your body, and the words. If I don’t, then our friendship isn’t what I always thought it was.”
I don’t know what the hell he means by that. Our friendship has always been strong. If I don’t sleep with him, it isn’t because of a lack of want but because of an abundance of self-preservation. Cocky asshole. “So, you’re saying either I give you what you want or we aren’t friends?”
He kisses my neck and then settles back with his arm holding me tight. “No, sweetheart. I’m just saying that I want more, and I think you do too. Our friendship will never change.”
And I know he’s telling the truth.
There’s a freedom in that.
In not having to wonder if this is a game or if he just wants to take advantage of me.
It’s trust.
And trust is everything.
However, if it breaks, it can destroy beyond repair, and when I can no longer hide all my secrets, I’m not sure he’ll ever forgive me.
Chapter Fifteen
Sean
“How did you convince Ellie to date you?”
Beer shoots out of Connor’s mouth as he stares at me. “I’m sorry, what?”
“I figure you had to do some SEAL-Jedi mind trick or something. No one would willingly date a loser like you, so what did you do?”
He rolls his eyes. “I was a good guy. I was there for her. I didn’t convince her to do anything, she loved me instantly.”
“Oh, sure, I believe that.”
“Believe what you want, you’re the one who is single, lusting after your best friend, while I’m married with two kids.”
“I’m not lusting.”
“Sure you’re not,” Connor says with a laugh.
I’m far past lusting. I’m fucking dying. This morning, Devney made breakfast in my old college shirt that barely reached the bottom of her ass. The underwear—or shorts as she said—did nothing to hide it either. I leaned against the counter, watching, praying for her to lift up just a bit higher so I could see more.
I can’t get enough. I can’t stay away. I sleep in that tiny house, doing everything I can to stop myself from going over and climbing in bed with her. Not that I would, but I think about it.
I want her, but she’s fighting me, and there has to be a reason.
“I’m doing the best I can.”
He tilts his head to the side. “And how’s that going?”
“Fucking horrible.”
