Page 79 of There's No Us Without You
The urge to kiss her is overwhelming. One kiss to show her how grateful I am she’s here.
One wouldn’t hurt, would it?
Ever so slightly, I lean in, my focus on her full lips that are now parted. My breathing rate increases at the thought of what she will taste like.
I swallow hard. I’m a breath away until the sound of a door slamming has me pulling back. Thank fuck my brain kicked into gear before I ruined everything—overruling the head in my pants—so to cover up my lapse in judgement, I hop up off the bed and adjust myself.
“Dinner first,” I say, nodding to the door. “Then dessert.”
Eden frowns and clears her throat. “Dinner. Right.”
Wiggling my fingers, I hold my hand out to her. “Come on, let’s go torment Tyler. It’s been a while.”
With a sigh, Eden takes my hand. “Be nice.”
“Always.” With a wink, I drag her towards the door. “Move that fine arse and cook me dinner, woman.”
“Watch yourself,” Eden says, slapping my shoulder as she passes me into the hallway. “I’ll spit on yours.”
A grin splits my face. I’ll let her spit on more than just my pizza if she lets me watch her walk away like that more often.
Five weeks.
If my plan works out, I’ll be pain free in no time. I’ll get my team through finals.
And then I’ll show Eden just how much I appreciate her brownies.
TWENTY-TWO
Will
“I thoughthe was going to have an aneurism,” Emerson says, shaking his head as he lifts a beer bottle to his mouth. He pauses. “Or throw a punch.”
Tyler backhands Emerson in the chest. “You would have had him, bro.”
My jaw clenches at the thought of Emerson getting hurt.
He’s none the wiser, only laughing as he shakes his head. “Yeah... you haven’t seen me fight, though.”
Ignoring the conversation going on around me, I sink a little further down in my chair and cross an ankle over a knee. My focus remains on Tyler, my eyes narrowed as I take a sip from the bottle pressed to my lips. It’s been years since I’ve had a meal with him.
It almost feels like old times.
Almost.
When I place my bottle down—a little too hard—Emerson frowns at me. He can frown at me all he likes.
Doesn’t change anything.
I haven’t forgotten what Tyler did, nor will I. But there’s a time and place for that discussion, and it isn’t in front of Eden and Emerson.
Speaking of the dark-haired tormentor, she has her hand under her chin, elbow pressed against the glass tabletop, as she grins at Tyler animatedly throwing his hands around while he speaks.
Emerson has stopped glaring at me and is now laughing, his dark curls bouncing around on his head. A couple of stray strands fall over his forehead when he straightens again.
I lick my lips.
I’m so fucking glad he’s home. The moment I laid eyes on him, everything I’ve been worried about seemed a little less important. That was until I sensed both he and Eden were lying to me.
