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Oh my God.
Oh my...
Oh my...
The instant our bodies meld, I feel all of him needing all of me the way I do. All the imaginings that I’ve had pale in comparison to this. To his fingers knotting and tugging at my hair, the slight bite curling my toes. To his tongue circling mine, the guttural groans making me shiver impossibly deeper into him...
“Fuck,” Jayden rumbles with a gentle open-mouthed peck to the corner of my mouth. “If I don’t stop now, Beautiful, I...”
He doesn’t finish as he turns me in his hold, and with his arm wrapped around me, Jayden walks me to the bedroom hallway. Leaning me up against the wall, he disappears within seconds. With nothing but a stroke of his thumb along my cheek.
I keep staring at the hallway to the apartment door. Long after I hear it click shut, I still keep ogling the empty darkness.
I have no clue what I’m searching for. Maybe it’s a way to make sense of the emotions overwhelming me. Jayden’s kiss was incredible, and a part of me is desperate for another taste. For more. At the same time, there’s a nagging feeling that keeps screaming for Elijah.
Guilt.
I feel guilty for enjoying Jayden’s kiss, for wanting more of him. And I’m equally torn for still wanting Elijah. For the yearning in my chest to go to him now. To be held by him. Kissed and wanted. By him.
Try as I might to make it all make sense, I can’t. There isn’t any.
The only thought that comes to mind is that I want them both. I need Elijah as badly as I always have. He’s my heart. And Jayden, he’s awakened me. With him, it’s as though I’m seeing the world for the first time. Like he’s brought my soul to life.
I don’t know what to do. Picking between them isn’t an option. I need them both.
CHAPTER 41
JAYDEN
Eli told me to kiss Fin, and like the dumbass, lovestruck fool I am, I did it.
And it was the best fucking kiss of my life.
The only problem is that it didn’t last long enough, because my body can’t behave when I’m around them. When I could taste him in her kiss. The two of them. Together. Are my undoing.
There’s nothing I can do about it. It just is what it is. And I love it—the push and pull, watching them together…
It’s why I couldn’t shrug off his proposition and leave when logic was screaming for me to walk away.
That awed, bright-eyed eagerness that glowed through him when he told me he liked watching Finley and I together, mirrored mine.
Because I can’t get close to Finley without getting closer to Eli, and I can’t stay close to him without falling for her.
Eli’s right. I love Finley. Her quiet affection. How she makes me feel seen by only being near her.
All I can think about is being close to them.
After one last gulp of my coffee, I rinse the cup out in the sink before I take one last look at the flat white I made Finley, and debate pouring it down the sink.
While there’s nothing unusual about me bringing her coffee, the foam heart on top might be too much.
It is too much.
I’m too much. My sisters say it all the time.
“Just be fucking cool, asshole,” I mutter to myself with the reminderthat there’s nothing to say Finley and Eli haven’t come to their senses and changed their minds.
Or worse, what if they regret last night?
