“It’s more than liking him…” I murmur. "Yes. But you know how these things are… They ebb and flow. Besides, he’s my boss.”
“Did you spend some time with him?” she asks quietly.
“Yes.”
“How was it?”
My chest is tense and aches again.
“It was good.”
It was intense.
After having that conversation last night, we went back to bed and tried to pretend things were all right, and we were there to sleep and never talk about them again.
We’ve never mentioned those things again. But we couldn’t sleep.
And I don’t know who touched who first.
He rested his hand on my hip, and I became a blaze of fire from the waist down.
We didn’t talk. We didn’t say a damn word. I just turned to him, and he pulled me into him.
We connected instantly, and I was filled with him within seconds. I needed him inside me as if he was the answer to all my problems. And he needed me around him as if I was the only thing that gave him peace.
It wasn’t only a physical connection.
I felt him close. And I wanted him close to me because he wanted me close to him too, despite the things that kept us apart.
What things? I still don’t know.
“We’re, um…” I murmur.
I don’t know how to say it.
“You’re what?”
“I’ve never done this before. And I don’t know how to describe what’s going on. We need time, I think.”
“Time?”
“Yes… There are so many other things we need to take into account.”
I stop abruptly.
“I’m also afraid….” I admit.
“Why?”
I shrug.
“Things could go wrong.”
A smile tilts her lips.
“You’re afraid you might lose him?”
“Isn’t that a valid concern?”