Page 134 of Shut Up and Score
Colton’s eyes are wide and shining, cheeks flushed, lips parted, still catching up to the way everything just cracked wide open between us. He looks wrecked in the best way—skin warm and marked by my mouth, chest rising and falling as if he doesn’t know what to do with all this feeling.
I press a kiss against his stomach, letting my mouth linger there. He trembles beneath me, his fingers tightening in my hair again like he doesn’t want to let go, like hecan’t.
“You’re everything I wanted,” I murmur against his skin. “Even when I told myself I couldn’t have it.”
He exhales hard, one of those little choked sounds that goes straight to my chest. “Micah…”
“I’ve thought about this,” I admit, moving back up his body, so our faces are closer, noses brushing. “You. Me. Just like this. No lies. No fucking hiding. Justus.”
He nods, breath catching. “I want that too.”
“Good.” I nip at his bottom lip, dragging a soft sound out of him that makes my heart stutter. “Because I’m not letting you go now. You hear me? Not ever.”
“I hear you,” he whispers.
I shift on top of him until we’re chest to chest again, my arms bracketing either side of his face. He stares up at me like I hung the moon, and I kiss him—slow and deep and full of everything I’ve never been good at saying.
When we break apart, our foreheads pressed together, Colton’s lips curl in that familiar crooked way that used to undo me back when I was in love with my best friend and didn’t think there was a chance for this to happen.
He huffs a breath, still smiling, but his voice is low and rough. “Just a reminder, I still want that dirty talk, you know.”
I feel the blush rise in my chest before it hits my face. Not embarrassment—just heat. That kind of weighty,earnedheat.
So I lift one hand and trace his bottom lip with my thumb. “Yeah?” I murmur, leaning in just enough that my breath brushes his cheek. “You want me to remind you how fucking good you looked under me? How hot you sounded begging?”
His breath stutters. His pupils dilate.
I keep going, voice softer now. “You want me to tell you how it felt to hear you say you’re mine? Howtightyou were aroundme, howperfectyou felt letting me in for that first time?”
He lets out a shaky exhale, body arching the tiniest bit beneath me. “Micah…”
“You said you’re mine,” I whisper against his lips, reminding him, before brushing my lips along his jaw. “Don’t think I’m letting you forget it.”
His fingers dig into my arms. His whole body is thrumming again, lit from the inside out with something that isn’t just lust, it’s trust. It’s belonging.
“You keep talking like that,” he rasps, “and I’m gonna get hard again.”
I grin against his skin, teeth grazing his neck. “Good. I’m not done yet.”
We laugh, breathless, but when our eyes meet again, it’s all there—every wall down, every truth laid bare. Just him. Just me. And everything we’ve got left to give.
Colton’s breathis still uneven under me, his chest rising and falling like waves settling after a storm. His skin’s flushed, marked in places—my teeth, my mouth, my hands—and I love that. I enjoyseeingit. The proof that he let me have him. That hewantedme to.
He’s sprawled back against my pillows, hair a mess, lips kiss-swollen, eyes barely open. And fuck, he’s beautiful—completely undone, completely mine.
I drag the comforter over both of us as he shifts, curling toward me with this small, sleepy sound that shouldn’t make my heart lurch, but it does anyway.
“You good?” I ask, voice rough, low.
Colton hums. “Better than good.”
He nuzzles into my chest like he belongs there, like this is normal—like we’vealwaysbeen like this.
He brushes his thumb along my ribs, lazy and soft. “So… dinner on Sunday?”
The words make something in my chest pinch and pull. I forgot about that part. I forgot about everything, honestly. There’s a part of me that wants to freeze this moment—bottle it, hoard it, never let it break.
“Dinner on Sunday,” I repeat, needing to hear it out loud again for it to be real.
