Page 30 of Honey Sunshine

“I think it’s about time we head home, yeah? I think we’ve both had enough,” he chuckles, standing up. He holds out his hand, and I don’t waste a moment putting mine into his. I wobble ever so slightly, using him as support. “Since we’ve both had too much to drink, maybe it’s best you take an Uber home...?”

What?

I shake my head, my cheeks warming for reasons other than just the drinks I’ve had. “No.”

Harvey blinks. “No?”

“I want to sleep over at your place tonight.” I’m leaning against him. “Let me crash at your place for the night. That’ll be fun, right?”

Now, I know it’s the alcohol talking, but I don’t want the night to end just yet.

His nose flares, and he stares at me before looking up at the ceiling. I frown, looking up only to be promptly blinded by the hanging light. When I look back at him, he’s staring at me, his eyes much darker and more vivid.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know whether I can control myself,” he mutters, so quietly I think maybe he didn’t want me to hear. Except it’s too bad one of my many superpowers is picking up on things I shouldn’t, and I pause while digesting his words.

Only an idiot wouldn’t know what he’s talking about, but the question is, do I go for it?

What’s one night? I could blame the alcohol and indulge what I’ve been wondering about since that explosive kiss a seven-year-old child egged on to prove to herself that true love is totally real.

I take a deep breath, steeling myself for what could be a risky move. I can’t help the magnetic pull drawing me to him, the undeniable chemistry sparking between us. Without hesitation—just like during dinner—I lean in, closing the distance between us, and press my lips to his.

Harvey’s response is immediate, his hand grabbing the back of my neck as he kisses me back. At this moment, I know that whatever happens next, I’ll have no regrets about taking this chance.

When we pull away, I playfully nibble his bottom lip, coyly tilting my head to the side.

“Who asked you to control yourself?”

He lets out a growl, andfuck me, I can feel my hole clenching in response.

“Zach, you don’t have to do this. The favor is already done, and I truly appreciate you playing along with this wild fake-boyfriend scheme, but you’re not obligated to do anything you don’t want to.”

I shoot him a puzzled look. This isn’t about that. If I’m being honest, nothing I’ve done has been about “returning the favor.” He has no clue how hard I’m falling for him, does he? Not that I’d ever admit it. At least not now. Confessing that I’ve caught feelings from something that was supposed to be just an act? Embarrassing. So I keep that to myself, opting for a safer response. “I know.”

“Are you sure about this?”

“Positive,” I whisper. “I’m not that drunk. Give me more credit than that.”

The ride from the bar to Harvey’s place passes in a blur. We tumble into the penthouse, barely able to make it inside before Harvey pounces on me. Our mouths collide with an insatiable hunger and a desperate urgency. We waste no time clawing at each other’s clothes as we stumble our way in the dark, through the living room into what I presume is his bedroom.

“Are you sure you want this?” Harvey whispers to me in between needy, debauched kisses.

I can only nod as I struggle to keep my eyes open. I have no time to really take in his room, only briefly noticing the shades of gray and framed artwork before we tumble onto the large bed in the center of the room. No clothes, no sanity. Just pure lust and desire.

I’ve never been this desperate before with another man. Never this reckless. Maybe it’s because tonight might be the last time Harvey and I are this close. So I’m letting go of my inhibitions and finally embracing my feelings—the ones I’ve tried to push away for the past few days, but clearly haven’tsucceeded in doing. I’m just going with the flow, as they say. I want to savor this moment one last time.

Harvey’s hands are all over—roaming my back, sliding down to my waist, tracing my hips. His fingers glide over my thighs, then brush across my abdomen before continuing to my chest, as if he’s determined to memorize every inch of me.

I relish each touch, wanting the sensations to be etched in my memory forever. I hope he doesn’t notice my desperation because it’s becoming more difficult to maintain hold of my senses with each brush of his hands.

Fuck, I really don’t think I’ll be able to last long tonight. I’m already throbbing so hard for him.

Gripping my hair, he pulls my head back, breaking our kiss for a moment. “God...” he groans. “Look at you.”

There’s raw passion in his eyes as his gaze skims over my face, lingering on my lips before he seizes my mouth in another long, hard kiss.

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