Page 68 of Take My Heart
Brody pulls away. ‘I think you need to go to bed.’
‘With you?’ I smile at him.
He gives me a look I’ve seen before. It’s the look he gave me when he saw me wearing his flannel shirt. And the look he gaveme when I fell on him in the snow, right before he kissed me. He wants to kiss me again right now, but doesn’t think he should.
Instead of waiting for him to make up his mind, I grab his shirt, pull him down to me, and kiss him.
He breaks from my lips, his eyes going to mine. ‘Kate, we can’t do this.’
‘It’s just a kiss.’
‘You really believe that?’
‘What do you mean?’
‘It’s late. We’re drunk.’ He pauses, his breaths getting faster. ‘And you turn me on so fucking bad I won’t be able to stop.’
‘So don’t.’ I feel myself sobering up as I realize what I said. But I don’t regret it. I really like Brody, and I want to know what it feels like to be with a guy who wants me this way.
Brody shakes his head. ‘I can’t do this. You just broke up with a guy. You were supposed to get married.’
‘Cam and I were over a long time ago. We didn’t even live together.’
Brody looks at me. ‘You said you lived in his apartment.’
‘Yeah. Alone. He’s been living in DC for over a year. He only came back for holidays. And the wedding, obviously.’
‘It’s still not right. You were with him last week.’
‘And we didn’t do anything.’ I pause. ‘He didn’t want to.’
‘Yeah, right.’ Brody goes past me to the kitchen table and starts stacking up the poker chips. ‘Go to bed, Kate. You’ll feel better in the morning.’
I walk up to him. ‘I’m serious. Cam and I haven’t been together for over a year.’
Brody stops stacking chips and turns to me. ‘How is that possible? How could he not—’ He shakes his head. ‘It doesn’t matter. We still shouldn’t do this.’
‘But do you want to?’ I step back and take off my sweatshirt. Under it is the Kanfield Orchard t-shirt Brody bought me. He hasn’t seen it on me until now.
He’s watching me but not saying anything.
I walk up to him. ‘You like the shirt?’
He’s staring at my chest, at my boobs. The shirt is really tight and I’m not wearing a bra.
Brody doesn’t answer me, but the way he’s looking at me is all the answer I need. It’s a look of desire, hunger, like he’s imagining all the things he wants to do to me. It’s been years since a guy’s looked at me this way. I forgot how hot it is, how much it turns me on.
I wait for him to make a move, but he doesn’t. He’s honoring our agreement to only be roommates, nothing more. But I know he feels the chemistry between us. Our attraction to each other is so strong it’s impossible to ignore.
‘Okay, well, I guess I’ll go to bed.’ I turn to leave.
‘Kate.’
I turn back. ‘Yeah?’
He comes up to me and wraps his hands around my face, his eyes on mine. ‘This is a really fucking bad idea.’
‘Then don’t do it.’
