Page 131 of Wish You Were Mine
And being the simple man that I was, I smiled too. Because there was something deeply satisfying about being the reason her face lit up like that.
Theo’s sister: I’ll come to your place.
The moment I got home, I moved like a man on a mission. Clothes I’d dropped on the bedroom floor before dinner were shoved into the hamper. I wiped down the bathroom counter, brushed my teeth, reapplied deodorant, and gave myself a light mist of cologne. Just enough to smell good. Not enough to seem like I was trying too hard.
As I passed my bedroom, I paused in the doorway.
Should I tidy that up more?
Fluff the pillows? Straighten the comforter? Maybe light a candle?
No, that was definitely too much.
Lucy wouldn’t be stepping foot in my bedroom.
At least…I wasn’t planning on it.
I shook my head, trying to steer my thoughts away from every scenario that involved Lucy and my bed.
This was just a check-in.
Two adults having a conversation.
Totally innocent.
You know…unless she was open to picking up where we’d left off last night.
And before I could stop it, the scene played out in vivid detail in my mind?—
Lucy sitting on the edge of my bed, that yellow dress riding up just enough to make me shaky.
I’d kneel in front of her, my hands skimming up her calves as I slowly unfastened those strappy heels—slow and reverent—because helping her undress would feel like a privilege.
She’d watch me with a hunger in her blue eyes that would fill me with an ache of hope and longing.
I’d press a kiss to the inside of her knee, and her breath would catch.
Then I’d rise, pull her gently into my arms, and kiss her—deep, slow, and hungry. Until the world outside the room faded away.
Her fingers would fist the fabric of my shirt, tugging it up with quiet urgency, and I’d help her pull it over my head and toss it aside.
Then her hands would roam—tentative at first, then bolder—fingertips tracing along my chest, my ribs, my back, like she wanted to memorize the shape of me.
And through it all, her laugh would slip between kisses—soft and breathless—like she already knew exactly where this was headed…and couldn’t wait to get there.
I’d lay her back against my pillows, crawl over her, and feel her arch into me as our bodies pressed together, her thighs framing my hips. Every inch of her, soft and warm and mine.
I blinked hard.Okay. Time to stop.
I dragged a hand down my face and forced the scene out of my head before it went even further.
This wasn’t that kind of night.
Probably.
But…maybe.
Get it together, Park.
