Page 14 of Crash
“Eew. That is TMI, Tessa.”
“Oh, by the way, you may not want to get a kiss from him before he brushes his teeth.” She takes a bite out of a piece of toast and smirks.
I can’t help but laugh as Courtney turns around and walks in the opposite direction.
“Maybe I should go shower and get cleaned up,” I suggest, while attempting to stand. “If you want to refresh, the other bathroom is available.”
She pulls me back on the bed and cups my face with her hands, bringing our lips within centimeters of each other. “Or, I could join you.”
“Then we’d never get out of this room.”
“Your point?”
“And, I’d still have to leave because…”
Her kisses along my jawline coupled with her hands tracing my waist down to my dick pauses all verbal communication.
“Since I have a free and clear weekend, what if we make the run, go to the beach, grab dinner somewhere, then come back here for dessert?”
Her mouth teasingly touches mine, and for a moment, I allow the sensual feelings to take over and return her sweet kisses. The plan sounds amazing, but I need to know how one night turned into a weekend, and is this it, or does she want more?
Halting all affection, I ask the question I need answered. “Tessa, I’m all for hanging out, but I didn’t think you wanted anything past last night. Or, does it all end on Monday morning like some weird-ass fairytale?”
She takes a few minutes to think, searching my face for my emotions. “I’ve wanted you since my pre-senior year in high school, maybe longer. Why would I want less than a chance to be yours forever?”
“Why didn’t you say anything before?”
“Uncertainty has kept me from a lot of things. It wasn’t until the other day when you took me home, I felt a connection. I told myself then, if you showed up, I’d make my feelings known.”
“Glad I bought you those gummy worms,” I reply.
“Yeah, those jitters weren’t for the show, they were because of you.”
“Liquid courage goes a long way, huh.”
“I was drinking water. No alcohol for me last night.”
“But you had an orange slice on the cup.”
“It was a ploy. I do it all the time.”
“So, do you not drink?”
“I do. I didn’t want my attempt to be clouded. If you had rejected me, then alcohol would’ve definitely been in my cup,” she giggles, and her eyes twinkle with her laughter.
“You don’t have to worry about me turning you down,” I say, pulling her on top of me and carefully brushing her hair behind her ears.
“Oh yeah? So, like, are we making a go at a relationship?”
“Is that a problem for you?” I ask.
“No. That just means I have to tell my fantasies they are no longer needed since I have the real deal.”
“Wait, now. What kind of fantasies are we talking about?”
“Maybe we'll save that conversation for later.”
She presses her mouth to mine, and I engulf her lips, savoring every sweet morsel she returns.
