Page 30 of Directing You
In my arms, she went quiet as our heaving breath returned to normal, and I pressed a kiss to her jaw. Those fucking astral eyes returned to mine, holding my gaze. “Reid,” she whispered.
I threaded my fingers into her hair, brushing it back from her face and dropped my damp forehead to hers. “What is it?” I barely got the question out before she was kissing me once again. But in that kiss was something more—this was more than one weekend. This was more than a hook up. I felt it in her gaze… in that kiss. I wasn’t sure if Hazel Moon was willing to give me more, but God did I want it.
I wanted all of her.
“I’m not ready for this to be over yet,” I whispered.
She was quiet a moment before answering, “It’s only Saturday night. We have more than 24 hours left.”
“That’s not what I meant.” Then again, I suppose her silence was my answer.
“I know,” she finally said, then shook her head. “Reid… I can’t fall for my professor. I justcan’t.” Her voice cracked and she lowered her gaze, unwilling to look me in the eyes as she spoke.
“I know,” I whispered, hugging her into me. “I know.” I meant that, even though the acknowledgment cracked my heart into two pieces. My sad, frail heart that I had only managed to piece back together recently was shattered all over again.
I cleared my throat and dipped my gaze to catch hers. Those bright eyes shone with unshed tears and I forced a smile in an attempt to lighten the mood. “You ready for the best ramen in all of New York state?”
A grin split her face even though I could see—could feel—the hints of sadness lingering beneath the surface. “You brought me to a ramen restaurant?”
I nodded. “Rated the best in Zagat. And of course, far from the city, so virtually no risk of being spotted by anyone who might know us. Granted, I had no idea you liked Mac and Cheese so much, either. Next time we’ll—”
She cut me off, throwing her arms around my neck and hugging me tightly. “Thank you, Reid. Thank you for paying attention to the little things.”
But with Hazel, they weren’t little. Every detail was like a piece of a treasure map.
I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, committing the moment to memory. Doing inventory of the squeeze of her thighs around mine. The softness of her breasts brushing against my chest. The unnatural speed at which my heart pounded against my ribcage whenever she came near.
I committed it to memory because come Monday, I’ll have to pretend this didn’t happen. I’ll have to pretend I didn’t just have the best weekend of my life. On Monday, I’ll pretend I don’t know what it’s like to be inside of and writhing above the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.
On Monday, I’ll have to pretend I’m not falling in love with Hazel Moon.
