Page 35 of Wait With Me
“No one,” I rush out, noticing that Miles is getting tenser and tenser by the second. The last thing he needs to hear is that I still kind of live with my dumbass ex-boyfriend. “He’s away for the summer, so it doesn’t matter.”
“But it’s a dude,” he snaps, his hands balling into frustrated fists at his sides. “Damnit, Mercedes, I can’t do this!”
“Do what?” I ask, my chest lifting with hope.
“I’m a jealous guy! You know that,” he exclaims, throwing his hands out wide in surrender as he points downstairs. “This is not the kind of shit I handle well.” He forks his hands through his hair, looking like he’s about to bolt.
But I don’t want him to bolt.
I want him to stay.
“I’m sorry, I should just go.”
He moves toward the door, and I dash in front of him, blocking his exit.
“My roommate is…gay,” I blurt, and my eyes fly wide at the lie that tumbled so easily from my lips. “And he’s out of town for the summer.”
Miles stares down at me, blinking. “Seriously?”
I shrug, completely unable to confirm it again because I still can’t believe I lied in the first place. “Tell me why are you turning into such a maniac right now? I thought you only wanted to be friends.”
He exhales heavily. “It’s a lot harder than I thought it would be.”
“Well, what can I do to help?” I ask, even though I don’t want to help.I want to bone.
Miles groans and pins me with a serious glower. “Babe, jealousy is an issue I have to keep in check constantly. I try not to be like this, but it’s virtually fucking impossible. I had almost ten years with a girl who took pleasure in fucking torturing me every chance she got.”
“Well, I’m not that girl,” I retort and step in closer to him, reaching my hands out to touch his forearms.
“I know you’re not,” he nearly cries. “But before we do anything, you need to know this about me. I’m overprotective. Overbearing. Over arrogant. Pretty much everything I do is to the extreme.”
“Okay,” I reply slowly and swallow a knot in my throat as he cups my face in his rough hands, looming over me like some sort of caveman staking his claim.
His voice is deep and melty as he adds, “And I fucking lose it if I think a guy is moving in on my property.”
Okay, Ishouldn’tbe turned on by that. I’m a modern woman. I’m independent. I think I could be a feminist if I ever knew exactly what the fuck that all entailed. But personally, I don’t think feminism belongs in the bedroom. I think feminism is having license over your own desires, and Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, I think I just felt a gush of liquid between my legs, and I am so not mad at that!
I shake my head, trying to refocus my brain on the main point here. “But I’m not your property, Miles!”
“In my mind, you are,” he replies, his jaw tight, his lips pinched. “And I really need you not to do things to make me jealous.”
“Why?” I nearly sob.
“Because if you make me jealous, then I won’t be able to stay friends with you.”
“Why?”Good God, man, just fucking take me!
“Because it’ll make me want to fuck you, so you don’t ever want to look at another guy again.”
Heavy breaths.
Thunderous heartbeats.
Noisy party downstairs…the real downstairs. That wasn’t a euphemism for my pants, though, now that I mention it, I think I heard his dick grow. Like literally, I think I hear his jeans stretching between us.
I reach out and touch him with my hands and oh my God, yes. He’s hard, and I’m hard, and I want him to just…“Prove it.”
He shakes his head, severity to his brow that has a knot forming in my throat. “I hope you know what you’re asking for.”
