Page 75 of What if I Told You

I nod.

“Auggie, why didn’t you say something?”

I fiddle with a few strands of her hair, winding them around my finger, feeling the softness against my skin. “Because it’s not my place to tell you how to live your life and you were so excited to be going on a date. I wasn’t going to be the one to ruin that for you.”

“But you didn’t want me to go?”

“Pfft.” I chuckle. “Are you kidding me? Ella, I would’ve given my left nut for you to not go.”

“Hey, let’s not go too far now, okay?” She pats my thigh lovingly. “Your nuts are valuable. But…” She shakes her head, her brows furrowing. “I guess I just don’t understand. I thought…” She pauses for a moment. “I thought you didn’t want me?”

Passing her a shy smile, I ask, “Whatever gave you that idea?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe it was the unattractive tits remark a while back coupled with the other night in Vancouver when you didn’t kiss me. I really thought you were going to kiss me.”

Fuck.

She’s right.

I’ve given her reason to doubt any kind of attraction I have for her.

“Come here,” I tell her, patting my lap. She turns herself toward me and swings a leg over my lap so she’s straddling me. Fuck, it’s nice. Really nice. I reach up and smooth her hair away from her face.

“Ella, if I’m being honest, I’ve thought about kissing you since the first fucking day you moved in here.”

“You have?”

“Mhmm. But then I put my foot in my damn mouth that first night and we sort of argued. And I hated that I hurt you and figured there was no way in hell you would be interested and plus there was no way I was going to risk our friendship just because I hadn’t gotten laid in a while and was a little horny.”

She lifts a brow, questioning my words, but I continue.

“But then I realized I wasn’t just horny. I had feelings. Real honest to God feelings. So, when I saw how sad you were last night after your date and that I had even an inkling to do with that sadness, I threw caution to the wind and did what I should’ve done a long time ago.”

“You ate me out on your kitchen counter,” she states. “That’s what you should’ve done a long time ago?” The corner of her mouth turns up and fuck if she isn’t the most adorable person on the planet.

“Well, I meant I should’ve kissed you a long time ago. Eating you on my kitchen counter wasn’t planned, but I needed to make you feel good. I wanted to make you feel good.” I cup her face in my hands and angle her head so she sees the sincerity in my eyes. “And I meant what I said when I told you it was the sweetest pussy I’ve ever eaten in my whole goddamn life.”

She stops me with her palm to my chest. “I don’t want to know about any of the other pussies you’ve eaten, alright? Can we just pretend mine is the only one?”

“As far as I’m concerned, babe, yours is the only one I’ll ever remember. The first one I’ve ever wholly enjoyed and the last one I’ll ever lick for the first time.”

She gives me a shy smile and her cheeks pinken as I stare back at her.

“Auggie?”

“Yeah?”

“What if I told you I slept better last night than I’ve ever slept in my entire life?”

“You did?”

“Mhmm.”

“Me too. I literally thought I was dreaming about last night until I woke up and you were in my arms.”

She glances down at her hands and then returns my gaze. “So where do we go from here? We kind of crossed a big line last night.”

I inhale a deep breath and release it with an understanding nod. “We did.Idid.”

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