Page 29 of Until We Fall

“Can I kiss you?” I ask him.

He smiles. “Yes.”

“I’m liking that answer.” I nip at his bottom lip, and a whimper comes out of him almost immediately, his head tipping off the pillow to get closer as my knees dig into the bed on either side of his.

My vision tunnels. The feel of him below me, the taste of his mouth, the flick of his tongue against mine.

After a few long, languid minutes, I roll onto my back next to him with a low groan that I feel in every part of me. My hand slides down to my dick, and I stretch it to the side, eyelids fluttering.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“I didn’t know it was possible to be this okay.” I let my eyes trail over him, enjoying the view. Red hair against the white pillow, dark gray eyes. How can he not believe that he’s sexy as hell?

A beat of silence passes, and then that little wrinkle appears between his brows, and I realize my smile has slipped away.

I lick my lips. “I have something to tell you.”

That wrinkle deepens. “Okay.”

“I don’t know how you’re going to feel about it.”

He frowns. “What are you talking about?”

“I, uh…” I’ve been thinking about this. I don’t want to keep things from him. “I snuck onto your eReader.”

He blinks. “You… what?”

“On the airplane. You got up to go to the lavatory, and I kinda glanced at what you were reading.” I really don’t know how he’s going to take this. “I read about Oliver and Leo.”

“You… met Oliver and Leo?” His voice rises. I can’t tell if he’s mad or hurt or just confused. He still seems to be digesting.

“I’m sorry,” I say. “I don’t have an excuse. I just did it.”

He’s still staring at me, and then his eyes widen, and a blush heats his cheeks.

“What part?” he asks.

“Well…”

He squeezes his eyes shut. “Do I want to know?”

“If it’s any consolation, I struggled to follow most of it,” I say. “I was reading too fast, and then you came back and…” Here goes. “There was docking.”

“Ohgod.” His eyes flash open, his cheeks tingeing a deeper pink, which only makes me want to kiss every one of his freckles. “You talked about the ferry docking, and Iknewsomething was strange.”

I groan. “I can’t believe I said that. I’m not fully sure what docking is, actually.”

“Are we actually talking about this?”

“I think it’s fantastic that we’re talking about it.” I inch closer, sliding my leg over the top of his. “Although I really am sorry.”

He sighs softly. He’s so fucking cute. And he’s been doing cuter things since we started kissing. I don’t know if he’s starting to feel even more comfortable around me? Did he feel uncomfortable before? I hate that he might have. Or maybe it’s that I’m letting myself notice more? Regardless, I love the little sigh and nose wrinkle he gives me.

“Honestly,” he says, “I felt weird for saying I was reading about electromagnetic wave theory when I very clearly wasn’t. So I’m glad you told me.”

I breathe out. “You never have to hide what you’re reading.”

He hesitates. “But youreallydon’t know what docking is?”

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