“Yeah, just a bit. Because the truth is, I’m the sick one.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Go on. You can’t leave me in suspense here.”
I hide my face in his rock-hard chest and speak against it, “I always dreamt about you coming from my window to take my virginity.”
No answer.
Did I ruin it? Damn it, I need to learn how to stop oversharing. We’re just getting back together. He doesn’t need a one-way ticket into my brain.
I peek up at him and pause at the expression on his face. He’s watching me with eyes so intense, it’s like he’s about to devour me whole and leave nothing in his wake.
“I’ll do that next time,” he says in a hoarse voice.
“No, that’s not –”
“I love your mind, Green. It’s so similar to mine.”
I bite the corner of my lip. “Really?”
“Oh, absolutely.” He runs his fingers through my hair. “Does that mean you fantasised about being mine?”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe isn’t good enough. Try harder.”
I reach up and run my fingertips over his lips. “Maybe I wanted to come here, too. Maybe I watched you relaxing half-naked by the pool.”
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“Someone is a stalker.”
“Shut up. You’re also a stalker. Both Ronan and Cole told me you watch me.”
“Snitching bastards.”
“Just admit it.”
“I have a better idea.”
My brow furrows. “What?”
“Did you know that the whole time you’ve been lying like this, you’ve been torturing me, Green?”
My cheeks redden, but I don’t attempt to move, not that I can.
“Or are you doing it on purpose?”
“I’m not.”
“Remove that sheet.”
“W-why?”
“Remember what I told you the other time? When I order, you…” he trails off, waiting for me.
My breathing catches and I take a few seconds to regulate it before I slowly peel the sheet off me. It glides against my hard nipples, creating tormenting friction.
“Now, place both your hands on my shoulders and lift yourself.”