Page 60 of Book Boyfriends
God, please, sinkhole, now!I rub my temples.
“We should go inside.” Hope nudges Rem along. “I’ll see you in the morning. Stop by for breakfast. We have lots to discuss. Just let me know if I should make breakfast for four.” She winks, tugging Rem past us and through the gate.
“That’s your best friend and older brother?”
“Yup.” I nod, watching them shuffle down the cobblestone walkway toward the back of the house.
“And they just caught me dry humping you against their back gate?”
I cringe. “Technically we were post-dry humping, butyeah.”
For a beat, we just look at each other, both our faces crinkled with embarrassment. Then a loud laugh erupts out of him, causing me to follow. The situation is ridiculous, but this is my life.
“I’m so messy.” I wave at myself. “You should run, very fast and very far.”
He places his hands on my hips and shakes his head. “I’d rather runwithyou.”
“Davis, my life is a mess. I can’t make any promises, not now, and that’s not fair to you. I’ve already been such a selfish ass.”
Am I like Will?Realization aches in my chest. Here, I am stringing Davis along, taking these little moments of happiness and pleasure from him, all while I’m entangled with my book boyfriends. One of whom I may have to choose to be with for the sake of the other two.
“Why do you think you’re being selfish?” His brows knit. “If it’s because you came and I didn’t? Trust me, if your brother and Hope hadn’t interrupted us, I was about thirty seconds away from losing all control, but even if I didn’t—” he squeezes my waist “—the satisfaction I got from this body shuddering against me makes me greedy for more. In fact, do you have other surfaces I can press you up against?”
I laugh. “I’m being serious.”
“Me too.” He smirks.
The mix of sweetness and steady strength oozing from Davis is too appealing. I could just lose myself in him, throwing away any sense of doing what’s right. Right for my book boyfriends. They deserve their happy endings, as does Davis. It’s not fair to toy with him like this, when I may have to be with someone else.
“I can’t be with you or anyone else, not right now. Not until I figure my messy life out.”
“How long will that take?”
I shake my head. “I don’t expect you to wait around.”
“What if I wanted to wait?” he murmurs.
“It’s not fair for you.”
He steps back, his hands still on my waist, and studies me. “Is this reallyforme or is itbecauseof me?”
“What?”
He nods, his throat bobbing. “Is this to protect me from your messy life or is it because you don’t like?—”
“No! I like you… a lot.” My protest is swift. So swift that I don’t register the words sprinting out of my mouth until they are nestled in the space between us. Those words are like a truth bomb ready to explode. I like Davis Makenzie. Ireallylike him.
“You like me, but you can’t be with me right now.” Hurt hardens his features.
I close my eyes, imagining how many times Davis heard this from his dad. Someone saying they want you but can’t be withyou doesn’t make you feel less unwanted. I know this, even if I know how much I want him, it doesn’t change how he may feel right now.
Opening my eyes, I swallow thickly. “Or anyone else.”That is anyone but one of my book boyfriends.“I’m so sorry…”
“I should go.” He releases me and steps back.
Nodding, I push back the threatening tears. The ones that I know will come once he walks away.
“Goodbye, Peach.” He offers me one last look, picks up his bag, and walks away.
