Page 62 of Only for Tonight
“Why are you so standoffish?”
“Me?” She points to herself, snapping, “I’m not the one who is standoffish, you”—she points to me, her voice rising—“you are the one who is standoffish, ever since I got home from the hospital.”
I move my chest back, shocked at her words. “What?” The urge to jump to my feet is strong. “I was scared to death thinking I was going to lose both of you.”
“You are not going to lose me. But you have to stop treating me like I’m some porcelain doll.” She throws her hands in the air. “You haven’t even tried to sex me up or anything.”
I stare at her dumbfounded, blinking my eyes a couple of times. I open my mouth to say something and then close it again. “You literally were in the hospital hooked on an IV bag to get hydrated,” I remind her.
“That was five days ago.” She holds up her hand and I reach for it and fold down two fingers.
“That was three days ago, trust me, I fucking know how long it’s been,” I growl with frustration in my voice.
“Whatever, you haven’t even—” She trails off and looks down at her legs.
“You haven’t either.” Her head snaps back up to look at me. Now she’s the one with her mouth hanging open. “Not once did you try to grab my junk.”
“I’m not going to make the first move,” she scoffs at me, and I look up at the ceiling and laugh. “Why are you laughing?”
“You literally made the first move on the first day.” I point at her. “You were the one who made the move that night.”
“I did not.” She puts her hand to her chest. “Do you even remember that night?”
“Baby, I remember everything about that night,” I assure her, “every fucking thing.” My voice is low. “It’s the only fucking thing I thought about for six fucking weeks until you came back to me.”
“Obviously, some parts are fuzzy if you think I made the first move.” She turns to grab her protein drink and takes a sip. “Because you were the one who made the move.”
My head goes back and I howl out with laughter before asking her, “How?”
“Can I drive you home?” She rolls her eyes. “You basically just should have said let’s go bang.”
“You said yes,” I remind her softly, and I want to kiss her so fucking bad, but this conversation is too important to get sidetracked. “You knew you were staying in the hotel and you said yes.”
“It was rude to say no!” she hollers at me.
“Whatever.” I put my hand on her leg and rub it up and down.
“Not whatever, Jaxon. You made the first move.”
“Okay.” I shrug. “I made the first move.”
“Oh no.” She shakes her head and moves my hand off of her leg. “Do not okay me, Jaxon Stevenson.” She stands up. “Do not fucking okay me.”
“I’m admitting I made the first move.” I turn to her, open my legs, and reach for her to bring her between them, and hold on to her hips in my hands. My eyes are at the level of her stomach. I move the shirt up so I can see her small belly. Kissing her stomach softly, she runs her hands through my hair. “I made the first move, baby,” I say softly, looking up at her, “and I’d do it again and again and again.”
Her hand goes from my hair to my cheek. “You did,” she says softly.
“So now will you move in with me?” I ask her and she smiles a little.
“Isn’t it too fast?” She thinks of her words and laughs. “I mean it’s a lot too fast, but, like, shouldn’t we?—”
“Shouldn’t we what?” I ask her.
“I don’t know, shouldn’t we date?” She shakes her head. “It’s so dumb to say that since I literally have half of you inside of me.”
“Baby, we’re practically living together already, and I don’t care what you say, how you spin it in your head. It’s a relationship. We get up together and go through the day with each other and at night we go to bed with each other.” She puts her hand on my shoulder as I move my hands to her ass and squeeze it. “We are in a relationship.” It makes her laugh. “That’s what I want, you to smile and laugh.”
“Well, we really are good in bed,” she states the obvious and I nod, agreeing with her.
