Page 63 of Shameless With Him

I cursed but shook my head, knowing I couldn’t really deny it at that point. I wasn’t going to lie to my friend, but I wasn’t going to come out and say anything either.

I made sure John got inside and then pulled out of the driveway to head towards Zoey’s house. I could stop right now. I could head home and say I was too tired. I could make sure to put distance between Zoey and me.

However, every time I thought of doing that, I couldn’t. Because the reasons I was staying away were starting to sound a little thin the more times I said them. So, I just needed to trust myself and her not to fuck things up. But I couldn’t get too serious. Not when I didn’t know what my future held. Not when I was afraid that the next set of test results would come back not in my favor. If I ever got the damn results since my doctor was slow as fuck. My stomach hurt again, and it had nothing to do with the anticipation of Zoey. I promptly put those thoughts out of my mind and made my way to Zoey’s door.

She answered as soon as I walked up, her grey jeans and soft top looking way too sexy on her. Her tousled blond hair lay over one shoulder, and it looked as if she had pulled it out of a braid. I hated that she looked so sexy, and I couldn’t hold myself back from having thoughts of more. It was getting really hard to not want Zoey. Especially when I knew I needed to step away. But right then? I wasn’t going to.

“So, you had fun?” Zoey said, stepping back so I could enter the house.

I leaned down and brushed my lips against hers, knowing it was a mistake as soon as I did it. She let out a surprised breath and then moaned as I deepened the kiss. Yes, I was going to hell. But I was going to enjoy every fucking minute of my time on the way there.

“Well, hello,” she said, grinning, her eyes a little glassy.

“Hey, Zoey-girl. Yes, we had a good time. John is safe in his house and probably going to read one of the many comics he just bought.”

“That’s good. I know he doesn’t have a lot of time to read these days.”

“With his new job after the move, he’s probably not going to have a lot of time for a while.”

“Nope, but he has tonight. I’m glad that he didn’t go crazy or anything and have too much fun.”

“It’s John, he wasn’t ever going to go too crazy.”

I followed her to the couch in the living room, and my dick hardened again, remembering what we had done on that sofa. She bit her lip, and I knew she was thinking about it, too.

Hell, my dick was already too hard, and I hadn’t even really touched her.

“Did you enjoy your night?” I asked as we settled onto the couch. She leaned into me and nodded against my chest.

“We had fun tonight, too, but no one got too drunk. I didn’t even drink at all, mostly because I don’t like drinking out in public anymore. You know?”

My jaw tensed as I sat next to her on the couch, and she cuddled into me.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to bring it up,” she said quickly.

I shook my head, even though she couldn’t see it.

You shouldn’t be sorry for bringing it up,” I growled out.

“I’m fine, though. Really.” She pulled away even though I tightened my arms so she couldn’t face me. “It was a long time ago, and you were there.”

“You might be fine, but I still want to find that piece of shit and tear his arms off.”

She smiled softly when I eased my grip, then leaned forward, her hand on my chest as she brushed her lips against mine. “Thank you.”

“Don’t fucking thank me for that.”

“I meant thank you for still caring.”

I sighed and then pulled her closer. “Want to watch another movie?”

She shook her head and then kissed me again. I groaned.

“Really?” I asked, my hands on her ass.

“Just not on this couch. I think I need to buy a bigger one if we’re going to keep doing this.” She smiled against my lips, and I was thankful that she didn’t notice that I had stiffened. Because, Jesus, buying another couch? That sounded like a future. And, hell, I couldn’t let her get too close.

So, instead, I kissed her harder and then maneuvered so I could stand and pick her up.

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