Page 70 of Faking the Book Boyfriend

He shrugs.

“When were you going to tell me?”

“Cheetah begged me to tell you. I tried so many times, but something would always happen that would make me afraid. I decided I wanted you to fall in love with me first.” His eyes fill with tears. “So you wouldn’t leave me. But it was becoming too much to bear. I was truly planning to tell you when you got home from Florida. Then you left yesterday morning, and I missed you. I couldn’t go the week without you.”

I take a few deep breaths. I don’t know what to do.

He falls down to his knees in front of me, buries his face in my stomach, and wraps his arms around me. “I love you. I’m willing to do anything to make this right.” He looks up at me. “Tell me what I can do.”

I look down at him and run my fingers through his wavy hair. “What happens when you go back to New York? It’s not like you have a regular job where we can see each other on the weekends. You play every weekend.”

He visibly swallows. “Would you consider moving to New York? Moving in with me?”

My whole body freezes. Shock isn’t a big enough word to describe how I’m feeling right now.

“Trey, we’ve known each other for two months. We’ve been dating for a few weeks. I’m expected to uproot my entire life? I own a house. I have a job that I love. I’m not even bar-certified in New York. I have friends. Friends you’ve never even met, and I haven’t met yours. I have a life in Philly. One that makes me happy. And I’m not over the fact that you lied to me. That will never be okay for me.”

His face falls, visibly in pain. “I promise to never lie again.” Tears fall down his cheeks. “Please consider it.”

“No, not right now. I think you should go home, Trey.” I hold up my hands before he protests. “I’m not ending things, but I need some time to process.”

“I’m afraid if I leave, I won’t see you again.”

The pain in his eyes is nearly unbearable.

“I promise that’s not the case. I told you we’d spend New Year’s Eve together. I want to bring my friends for you to meet, and I want to meet yours.”

He nods. “Okay. I’ll call them.” He licks his lips nervously. “Do you want me to leave tonight?”

I shake my head. “I’m not kicking you to the curb on Christmas. It can wait until tomorrow.”

He stands, and we walk back to my grandmother’s house in silence with him practically glued to me. Once inside, he immediately goes to the bathroom followed shortly thereafter by the sounds of the shower running.

My mind is a clusterfuck of emotions, but I know I don’t want him to leave feeling sad and uncertain, and I don’t want to ruin his Christmas. He gave up being with his family to be with me. He was amazing with everyone today. All of that means something.

I remove my bathing suit and coverup before quietly stepping into the shower behind him. I rub my hands over his broad back. He jerks in surprise before turning around. I look him up and down. He truly is a beautiful man.

Without any words, he takes me into his arms and brings hislips to mine. I love the way he tastes and the way he kisses me. How has it become so familiar and comfortable in such a short time?

He lifts me, and I wrap my legs around him. We kiss for several long minutes as if it could be our last. It’s obviously in the back of both of our minds.

He presses me against the tile wall and kisses down my body until he reaches my nipple. It hardens at the feel of his warm tongue as he ravishes my breasts for minutes on end.

I moan, “Trey. Get inside me.”

Without any hesitation, he swivels his hips and slips inside me. My jaw falls slack. It feels so fucking good. Every. Damn. Time.

He mumbles into my neck. “Tell me you feel how special this is. We’re special.”

I know he’s right. Wearespecial. I can’t deny it. Despite the madness of how we got together and the lie that’s been here the whole time, the chemistry and connection we share are undeniable.

He begins slow, purposeful movements inside my body as he peppers kisses over my jawline. “I love you so much. That’s real. Don’t ever doubt it.”

I cover his mouth with my hand. “No more words.” I can’t deal with them. “Don’t tell me how you feel, Trey. Show me.”

His lips take mine again as he manages to beautifully make love to me against the tile wall of my grandmother’s shower.

When it’s over, we clutch each other in silence until the water runs cold.

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