Page 4 of One Pucking Secret
“You don’t seem like an angry lady.”
I close the app, silencing the song, and put my phone on my nightstand. “Only in the privacy of my dorm.”
He smirks. “It’s a shame you’ve been caught.”
“You can head back to your dorm if you want,” I say, offering him a small, reassuring smile. “I’m not going to the party anymore, so you don’t have to worry about walking me back.”
A flicker of disappointment crosses his face before he masks it with a casual smile.
“Would it be okay if I stayed a little longer?” Wyatt asks.
Surprise jolts through me, and my heart races again. Why would he want to stick around? “Um… yeah, of course,” I say, motioning to the edge of my bed. “You can sit if you want.”
Wyatt nods, sitting beside me, his eyes never leaving mine as he settles in. “I’ve always thought you were cute, you know. I’m glad your friend isn’t around for a change, so the two of us could talk one-on-one.”
His admission catches me off guard, and I feel my pulse quicken. “Yeah, me too,” I manage after a beat, my voice a little quieter. “But I’m not, like, pining over you or anything.” Plenty of girls do that. I certainly don’t need to. “I think it’s really cool how ambitious and committedyou are to your dreams. It’s… kind of hot, actually.”
He tilts his head, studying me. “Judging by all the communications textbooks scattered around here… I think it’s pretty hot, too, how serious you are about it.”
I let out a light laugh, shaking my head. “You’re just teasing me.”
“Is that a bad thing?” He smirks, though there’s something more genuine beneath his playful tone.
I bite my lip to keep from smiling too much. “No. I’m just saying… I can take it.”
His eyebrows raise slightly as he leans back a little. “Oh, so you think you can handle me teasing you?”
I shrug, trying to keep it casual despite my racing heart. “I mean, it’s not like you’re that intimidating.”
Wyatt chuckles, his eyes narrowing playfully. “Yeah, right. You’ve been flustered around me all night.”
My cheeks warm as I nudge him with my shoulder. “Not even close.”
He leans in just a little closer, the space between us shrinking. “You sure about that?”
I meet his gaze, the pull between us undeniable. My heart’s pounding, but I manage a small smile. “Pretty sure.”
We hold each other’s stare for a beat longer, the room feeling smaller somehow. I shift forward just as he does—and our heads bump lightly. I wince, rubbing my forehead. “Well, that was graceful.”
Wyatt grins, shaking his head. “Definitely not our best moment.”
His eyes soften, the teasing replaced by something more sincere as he leans in again, slower this time. “Chloe.” My name is a low vibration in the air. “Can I kiss you?”
I nod, unable to find the words, despite being a communication major. Wyatt always has this effect on me, leaving me speechless. And then, his lips are on mine.
The kiss is soft at first, a gentle exploration that speaks of the tension we’ve been holding back. But then it deepens, and I can feel the need in the way his lips move, testing boundaries, teasing, and coaxing more out of me. My hands instinctively find their way into his wavy black hair, tugging him closer. His arms wrap around me, strong and secure, pulling me into his lap as we tumble back onto the bed.
I don’t resist. I give in, pressing against him, feeling the heat of his body beneath mine. His lips leave a trail down my jawline, pausing to suck gently at my neck, sending shivers through me. His free hand skims along my thigh, and I gasp, my pulse quickening.
I clutch his shirt, my fingers curling into the fabric, needing more, craving the warmth of his touch on my skin. His mouth finds mine again, hungry and urgent, and I lose myself in the kiss, in the feel of him.
I slide my hand up his shirt, my fingers tracing over the lines of his abs. He returns the gesture by running his hands over my shirt, groping my breasts through the cotton fabric.
“You’re perfect,” he whispers against my neck, his voice thick with desire. “We can slow down if you need to.”
I pull back, just enough to meet his gaze. There’s sincerity in his eyes, the kind that makes my heart skip. He would wait, take his time learning every inch of me.
Kissing him is everything I imagined it would be, and more. It’s like the anticipation and the nervousness all melt away, leaving just this—us. I’ve wanted this for so long, and now that it’s real, it feels like I’ve crossed some invisibleline, stepping into something new, something thrilling.
