Page 59 of Fake Love

Jen wets her lips as she looks at me.

I can taste her.

It would just be one small taste. We can break our rule of only kissing when people are around because the kisses she gives me at the games aren’t enough.

I need more of this woman, I need her right this moment and if I’m not careful, I’m going to ruin everything.

So I drop her hand.

I drop her hand and compose myself as best as I can, clearing my throat. I also try to clear my head because if I don’t I will have her naked on this couch screaming my name.

Wanting to put distance between us, so I don’t do anything stupid, I get up and head to the kitchen. Is it to find food, get a drink? I have no idea but I need to put some distance between me and Jen right now so I don’t jump her.

“Do you want to order something to eat?” I call out as I walk away.

Jen doesn’t answer and when I turn back to see if she heard me, I crash into her body.

She must have followed me when I got up.

Now the distance that I was trying to put between us is nonexistent because her body is plastered against mine as my hands find a place on her hips.

“You okay?” I ask, not putting distance between us.

She nods. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

Her eyes don’t move from my mouth, and like on the couch, she licks her lips.

My fingers flex against her hips as I watch the action, contemplating if I should say fuck it and kiss this woman the way I want.

“Do you want something to eat?” I ask, my voice coming out with a husk to it.

A husk that comes from the effect this woman has on me.

Jen shakes her head, not saying a word.

“Then why did you follow me?” I asks, the distance between our faces closing.

This time her eyes move from my lips to my eyes, her own hands moving up to my shoulders.

“Because I wanted to be near you.”

Her words are a whisper but they are loud enough to do things to me.

“Near me?” I say, my forehead landing against hers. Less distance between us.

“You didn’t feel it on the couch?” She asks, her hands moving from my shoulders to my hair.

I close my eyes at the feeling of her nails sliding against my scalp, marveling at how damn good it feels.

“I did, but we have rules.” I say, my eyes still closed.

“I know.”

“We shouldn’t break them.” I tell her.

“I know.”

“But I really want to.”

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