I’d been dozing then, sitting against his wall. I didn’t know how many times I’d slept like that before in my life. It wasn’t actually sleep, more of an in-between state, considering I had to be alert around all those jerks, never knew what they were going to do. If I was in bed, in a deep sleep…No way.
I shifted in his arms, and he kissed my forehead. The movie had ended a while ago, and the credits were rolling, but neither of us had made a move to shut it off or change movies.
We’d watched two of them. I knew I wouldn’t make it through the next one. Drey grinned, his lids hanging heavy over his amber eyes. Such a sexy grin.
I couldn’t help but suck that bottom lip into my mouth. That peppermint schnapps sure tasted good. And the chocolate…wicked combination. I could do this all night…all day.
“Another movie?” he whispered between kisses.
“You should…probably…go.” I kissed down his neck to where his shirt met his smooth skin.
“I’m so not looking forward to the walk home in that snow.” His chest vibrated as he spoke, and I sighed, totally loving that sound.
I’d forgotten about the snowstorm. I glanced out the window, but saw only white whipping around the light pole outside my window. Now that the movie ended and I took a good listen, the wind was howling like crazy, too.
A wave of panic streaked through my gut. He couldn’t stay here. No way…he couldn’t see me like that. I—wasn’t ready for that. I never stayed with a guy,ever. For that very reason.
“I…but it’s…getting late.” God, I was so lame.
“I know. I was hoping I could crash here. I mean, here, on the couch. I don’t expect anything from you, Sarah. I—”
“It’s not that. I—sex I’m okay with—it’s well, no one stays the night. I—you can’t.”
“What do you mean sex you’re okay with? As in, you want to have sex?”
“Oh yeah. I mean…don’t you? I thought—”
“Wanting sex with you…so not an issue. Trust me there. But I meant, staying here, you know, being here with you. Close.”
Exactly what was freaking me out. “But no sex.”
“Not yet.”
He was probably the only guy on theplanetwho didn’t want sex, especially how close we were at the moment. And despite what his body was telling me… It didn’t freak me out, though. I actually really appreciated it.
For once… Maybe there was a guy out there who actually was okay with taking things slow. I wasn’t even surehowto take things slow. I’d always worked the other angle. But it was cool.
Buthe still couldn’t stay here.
“You have something against roommates, I take it.”
I gulped through the nerves cinching my throat like a noose. “It feels too…intimate so soon.”
“And sex isn’t intimate?” He curled some wild strands of hair behind my ear and kissed the tip of my nose. “That seems a little bass ackward.”
“Bass ackward?”
“Heard it from Angelina. She cracks me up with her funny sayings. But anyway, ass backward…get it?”
“Yeah. I get it.” I laughed. Angelina was a hoot. “And yeah, sharing my space is a lot different than sharing my body. I—” Oh, wait. It…that did seem a little backward. I’d always viewed sex as a release, something that felt good. Hell, that’s what I was raised with. What guys took from me—their pleasure—so when I could finally take it on my own terms…Hmmm.
“It’s okay. I’ll head out. I don’t want you feeling uncomfortable. Just know…I’d really like to stay, and not only because it’s shitty outside, it’s because I can’t get enough of you.”
“Sex would be more than just kissing and holding me, but you don’t want to?”
“Hey, remember, thewantpart isn’t the problem. You’re definitely wanted.Ijust want to wait.”
“For…”