Page 66 of Everything Has Changed
I shake my head. “I don’t know that. But what I do know is kissing you, touching you, simply being near you makes me feel more alive than I have… well, ever. And I don’t think I’m alone when I say I can feel something special here.”
Her eyes flutter closed.
“How do you know all the right things to say?” She drops her head on my chest.
I chuckle, dropping a peck on the top of her head. “I’m just speaking from my heart.”
Wrapping my arms around her, I squeeze her to me in an attempt to gather her warmth into me to get through the day.
“This doesn’t have to be anything serious. But we can, I don’t know, explore these feelings together.”
Gwen leans her head back to look up at me again. Her long hair brushing against my arms as it falls down her back, sending a shiver down my spine at how good it feels.
“Explore these feelings, huh?” Her eyebrows waggle at me.
“Mind out of the gutter, Prescott.”
She nibbles her lower lip, her eyes shining with lust. “What if I want to be in the gutter with you?”
I groan, tossing my head back. “I’m trying to be really good right now, because I’ve already spent too much time in here and I bet someone is about to throw a fit waiting for me out there. I won’t lie and say it’s not on my mind. I want to explore more of you and that beautiful heart. But if you want to be in the gutter, we can be in the gutter together. I want to explore all of you, Gwen.”
She squints an eye, her lips pursing to the side as she hums. “I’ll think about it.” Pushing off of me, she extracts herself from the tangle of our arms and giggles. I want to pull my phone out and record it so I can play it on repeat during the long days where I feel like I can’t make it out alive. “You’d better go. I don’t need to give Camila even more reason to hate me.”
“She doesn’t hate you.”
Gwen levels me with a blank stare.
“Okay, she’s not your biggest fan, but truthfully she’s not a fan of anybody.”
“She’s a big fan of yours,babe.”
“Trust me when I say, it’s not me. It’s my name.”
She grunts; the sound encapsulates her agreement and annoyance so perfectly that I can’t help but grin. “Gwendolyn Prescott, are you jealous?”
Gwen shakes her head quickly while her eyes look anywhere but at me. “Nope.”
“Uh huh, if you say so.” I lean down to peck her one more time on her lips. “There’s nothing to be jealous of. She’s just an unfortunate piece of the puzzle that is my father and his title. I don’t even see her.”
How could I when all I’ve seen since the day I came back is her?
“Always saying the right things, Mr. Spencer.”
My lips ghost over hers, the need to press them to her again coursing through me. I know if I keep it up, there’s no way I will leave this room anytime soon. “Can I see you tonight?”
Her eyes flutter. “As much as I would love that, I have other plans.”
“Hmm. Should I be the jealous one?”
She softly nods her head, her lips barely sliding against mine. “Definitely. I mean, you don’t even compare to Princess Rowan.”
The hackles that were starting to raise at the thought of Gwen spending the evening with someone else fall as quickly as they rose. I chuckle, planting another peck on her, this time directly on her nose. I pull away when all I want is to continue seeing how much blush I can get to travel her pale skin, brightening the freckles along her nose and cheeks.
“You’re right about that. Give her my best, would you?” I glance at my watch, realizing just how long I’ve been in here. “Shit, I really gotta go.”
My anxiety must morph on my face as Gwen’s brows push together.
“Everything okay?”
