Page 48 of Fighting Fate

All I can do is hold on tighter to him. His tongue twists with mine as our bodies writhe, attempting to get impossibly closer when we’re already flush as can be. It doesn’t matter how many times we fuck, it really is never enough.

The warming water cascades around us in a hypnotic soundtrack to our breathless panting and hums.

“Did you mean it?” he asks, trailing his lips to my ear.

Wrapped up in the moment, the question takes me a while to compute as Rory tugs the wet top off me. Throwing it down on the ground, he holds my face in both hands with his unwavering stare locked on mine.

“You said you like me…” he clarifies. “You said you like me a lot.”

My already racing heart completely runs away with itself. Until today, I’ve tried to keep him as much at arm’s length as possible. But he makes it impossible to maintain any distance because the more he gives me, the more I want. And unless I open myself up to him and give him more in return, there’s only so much he can give me.

Resting my hands on his chest, I inhale deeply to settle the new slew of emotions that are threatening to boil over again. I really tried not to like him. But even when Rory pushes my buttons, something inside me is bulging, ready to burst open for him.

“I do…I like you very much.”

“Huh,” he chuckles with a grin pulling at one side of his mouth while he pretends to take my temperature. “You seem all right, and I didn’t have to coerce you into admitting it…are you feeling okay?”

“Probably not, but…”

“But?”

“I guess you’re likeable even with your wonky nose and lazy right eye.”

“Yeah, guess your tight pussy makes up for that dangly left flap and that awkward twitch thing you have going on when your nice shines through.”

A laugh bursts from me. Pure, unadulterated happiness that throws my caution to the wind as I throw myself at him, jumping him with an overwhelming need to be as close to him as I can get. My entire being aches to be held by him. It screams for more of him.

“You’re funny,” I tell him in between light pecks to his lips.

“I know.” Biting the tip of my nose, Rory guides us completely beneath the waterfall showerhead that takes up half of the glass cubicle.

“Cocky too.”

“But you like it.”

“I do.”

“Hmmm…” Rory pulls back to get a better view of my face. “Are you sure you’re all right?”

“You’re also an idiot and annoying…but I guess no one is perfect.” Allowing the water to cascade over me, I close my eyes and give myself a moment to settle into all the feelings before I ask, “Do you want to come for Sunday dinner next weekend?”

The drum of the water is deafening while I await his reply. A serious expression pinches his face, and I’m not sure what it means. Maybe I shouldn’t have asked. Perhaps it was the wrong impulse to follow through on. Panic begins to swell in the back of my throat, making it hard to catch my breath.

Fuck.

“I know you’re training, so it’s cool if you can’t. You’re busy and—”

“Are you going to give me a chance to accept before you take it back?” When I nod, he continues. “I would love to have dinner with you and your family.”

“I don’t know who’ll be there…doctors and lawyers are hard to pin down together. But yeah…”

Gently setting me on my feet, Rory works the water through my hair, massaging my scalp with a pensive draw of his brows.

“So…I guess it makes us a thing,” he murmurs.

“A thing like we’re together?”

“An item…couple…I don’t know.” There’s a long pause before he asks, “What do you want it to be?”

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