Page 96 of The Goat in the Bedroom
He kissed me then, slow and deep, nothing like our practice kisses. Those had been careful, controlled, with clear boundaries and endpoints. This was Gryff kissing me because he wanted to, because he could, because stopping wasn't required anymore. His hand came up to cradle my jaw, thumb stroking my cheek, and I melted into him completely.
When we finally came up for air, I was half on top of him, my hands in his hair, both of us breathing hard.
“We have to get up.” I kissed just the very tip of his nose. “You have practice, and I have work.”
He grabbed my hips and held me tight against him. “I'll call in sick. Lovesick.”
“I need to thank Tempest,” I said, trying to calm my racing heart.
“Please tell me you've been reading her sex scenes and have ideas. Wait, does it involve tying me to the bed?”
I smirked at him, but I was remembering that for later. “For pushing us when we were too scared to push ourselves.”
I grabbed my phone, dropped down and pressed myself against Gryff's side, unwilling to put any distance between us. I snapped a quick selfie of us still in bed, Gryff pressing a kiss to my temple, both of us looking completely blissed out and thoroughly kissed. I sent it to Tempest with:
Thank you for the trust exercises idea. I think they worked.
Her response was immediate.
TEMPEST
!!!!!!!!!!!!
OMG OMG OMG
JULES NEEDS TO SEE THIS
“Oh no,” I said, but I was laughing.
My phone exploded.
The Kingman family group chat, which I'd been added to years ago, suddenly had fifty-hundred notifications. Fifty-hundred and one. Fifty-hundred and two.
JULES
[Photo]
FINALLY! I thought we’d have to lock you two fools in closet to get to admit you are in love.
CHRIS
Wait, they weren't already together? Like since high school?
DECLAN
Chris, how are you this dense?
CHRIS
They live together! They have goats!
FLYNN
They were “roommates”
CHRIS
But they've been together at every family thing for six years
