Page 94 of Make Me Yours
And her.
Lilah’s lying beside me, still tangled in the sheets, the sunlight bathing her bare skin. Her hair is a mess around her face, her cheeks flushed from sleep, her lashes resting against them like crescents.
She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I lie here, unmoving, afraid the slightest shift might wake her.
Not yet.
Because in this quiet, unguarded sliver of time, everything feels damn near perfect.
She’s here in my bed.
Wrapped in my sheets.
Just like I’ve always dreamed.
And for as long as she’s here, this is exactly the way I want her.
Every morning.
I drag in a breath and let those thoughts settle deep in mychest. It doesn’t do anything to steady the ache I’ve been carrying around for years. Even though she said yes last night, I know she sees this as temporary.
A placeholder for something else.
Someoneelse.
But that’s not what I am.
I want to be her everything.
All right, so maybe that’s exactly what I told her. That we could keep this casual. That we could draw lines and stay on the right side of them.
But I lied.
After what happened between us, there’s no way I can ever go back to being just her friend.
Not after tasting her skin and hearing the way she moaned my name.
We didn’t have sex last night, even though I’d wanted to.
So fucking badly.
But I didn’t.
Because I want to draw this out.
I want to take my time and make her fall in love with me in ways that leave no room for doubt. I want to show her how it can feel when someone touches her with reverence.
Worships her.
Loves her.
And I do.
So much it hurts.
I shift closer, careful not to wake her as I drag the sheet down just enough to bare her breasts. My gaze sweeps over the curves of her body, the way her chest rises and falls with each steady breath.
