Page 69 of After All This Time

I’m leaning against the front of the sink, studying her from head to toe.

She looks so fucking beautiful.

Her white top is made of thick material, so I can’t see her nipples peeking through this time. I don't know whether to be relieved or disappointed. Her shorts are made of the same thick material. I’m assuming it’s a matching set. It looks really soft too.

Fuck, I want to touch her.

I can’t stop thinking about what it would be like to run my fingers up her arm, feeling the warmth of her skin under the pads of my fingertips.

She gets up off the chair and walks past me.

It’s taking everything in my power not to pick her up by her perfect ass, throw her down on the counter, and kiss the shit out of her until she loses her breath.

And I thought it was a good idea to spend yet another day with her. This time is different because I finally admitted to myself and the guys I’m absolutely crazy about her.

My mind is on a constant loop, making me dizzy as hell. Like, how the hell do I act somewhat normal around her now? Guess I’m going to have to try my very best because I’m not ready to tell her how I feel yet.

I stop her before she leaves by grabbing her hand.

She looks down and her eyes bounce back up at me. “Hi.”

“Go get dressed.”

“Right now?”

“Yes, right now.”

“Anything in particular you want me to wear?” She threads her fingers into mine, smirking at me.

Oh, she’s really testing me.

“You can wear whatever you want. If I’m being honest, you look pretty in every piece of clothing you wear.”

Why did I just say that out loud?

The cutest smile spreads across her lips. “You think I’m pretty?”

I think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on.

I nod, my eyes starting at her feet and working their way up to her face.

“I’ll go get dressed,” she says through a breathy laugh.

She walks away from me and into her bedroom, closing the door behind her.

God, I hope I make it through today.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

dani

I’m not losing my mind.

Noah was checking me out again.

And he called me pretty.

This time feels different because I know I wasn't imagining it in my head. The way his eyes worked their way up my body made me feel like I was about to melt into a pile of mush.

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