"I'd like to be there for you. I'm sure it's not going to be easy, and if nothing else, we’re friends, right?"
"Candy, I don't want to be just your friend," I tell her as I reach her front door.
I lean in and place another kiss on her lips. This kiss is for us because I've quickly become addicted to her.
I force myself to pull away, and the dazed look on her face is sexy as fuck. When she looks at me, I know what I feel for her is much more than friendship.
"Would you like to come inside?" she whispers.
There’s nothing I want more. I nod because I don't think I can find my voice.
She opens the door, and I follow her inside. I watch her every move as she steps out of her heels and places her purse and jacket on the table. I remove my shoes and jacket before following her to the couch.
She looks down at her lap, where her hands fiddle nervously. When she speaks, her voice is so soft I almost miss it. "I don't think I want to be just your friend, either."
My heart stops. Her expression is uncertain when she looks up at me. So, I do the only thing I can to reassure her.
I kiss her again. And again. And again.
I never want to take my lips from hers. I pull her into my lap and try to ignore how hard my cock is, how badly I want to run my hands over every inch of her, and how much I want to kiss every one of her curves.
I don't know how long we kiss—days, hours, or a few minutes—but when we pull apart, we’re both breathing heavily. Goosebumps cover her arms, her lips are swollen, and her cheeks have a beautiful flush.
I kiss her forehead. "Get some sleep, Candy Cane. We have a long night tomorrow."
She stands and walks me to the door.
The last thing I want to do is leave her, but the last thing I can do is stay.
Chapter 7
Candy
HowthehellamI so attracted to this guy? I've talked to him here and there around town, but we've never gotten to know each other until now. But after that little make-out session on my couch, I can't sleep to save my life. I kept thinking about him and what I wanted him to do to me instead of getting up and leaving.
There’s no way he feels the same. Hot guys like him don't go for the curvy nerdy librarians like me.
As I'm getting ready for work the following morning, Austin calls.
She doesn't even say hello. "Girl, everyone is talking about that kiss at the top of the Ferris wheel, and I need the details. What’s going on?"
"His whole family was watching and expecting a kiss at the top. When we got down, pretty much everyone had seen it, including his ex, who was shooting daggers at me for the rest of the night."
"Why didn't I hear from you yesterday? I was expecting a girl's night with details."
"His mom invited us to dinner. She wanted to get to know me better. Thankfully, North’s brother and ex weren't there, and his mom’s lovely when she's not around them. After dinner, North brought me home, and...” I trail off, unsure if I want to share that part with her.
But Austin’s always been good at reading me and knows when there's more to the story. "And?" she asks gently, pushing me along.
"And we had a bit of a make-out session on my couch before he left."
Neither of us says anything for a moment.
"I can tell by your tone that your heart is already involved, isn't it?" Her soft tone reminds me of the one I use on my little sister when giving her advice she doesn’t want to hear.
"I didn't plan on the kissing and how it would make me feel."
"There's a good chance that sleeping with him could get him out of your system. Or it could make you feel even more for him."