Page 44 of Where We Fall

Her tongue meets mine eagerly, and we both release a moan. My hands reach for her ass, and I pull her into me. I'm already getting hard, and she's been here for thirty seconds. I feel like a teenager again.

I pull away and offer one last small kiss.

"Sorry." My breathing is erratic. "I was planning to be good…at least for a little while. Would you like to come in?"

She smiles. "I would love to."

"Let me show you around."

I give her a tour of my house, quickly moving from room to room. I'm in a rush to get my hands on her again. But as we make it to the end of the long hallway on the first floor, I realize I'm excited to show her this last room.

"So, this is my favorite room in the entire house," I tell her as we stand outside the closed door.

"Oh, God. It's not like a sex room or something. Is it?"

I laugh. "No, it's not a sex room. How creepy would that be?"

I open it up and turn on the light.

She gasps as she enters, her jaw hitting the floor, making me feel proud.

It's a two-story room, twenty-foot walls with built-in bookcases that go all the way up to the top. There's a twenty-foot ladder attached to the shelves, enabling it to slide along the wall.

It has dark hardwood floors and a huge bay window with cushions on the built-in bench. There's also a chaise lounge chair in the corner with a blanket draped over the back. The corner on the opposite side of the room has a dark leather chair where I like to sit and read in the morning with my coffee.

Lexi turns her head back to me. "This is incredible. Was this here when you moved in?"

"No. But when I walked in here, it was the first thing I envisioned, and I had to have it. I spend a lot of my free time here. I love to read. It's a huge stress reliever for me."

"Wow. I wouldn't have pegged you as a big reader."

I know it's an innocent comment, but it hits me in an already sensitive spot. I know people don't consider me the type of guy you take seriously. I usually just laugh it off, never taking it too seriously. But I care about what Lexi thinks of me.

"It's one of my favorite things to do with my free time."

"Mine too."

She walks along the bookshelves as her fingers glide along the spines of the books. Watching her, I realize she looks like she belongs in this room. I can picture her with me in the morning, both of us enjoying our coffee in silence as we dive into our books. It's the strangest feeling, but it makes my heart skip a beat.

I have never pictured something so domestic before. I don't know what she's doing to me, but I'm open to seeing where this goes.

The delivery guy knocks on the door.

"Food?" she turns to me and asks.

"Yep."

We start to walk out of the room, but I notice her look of disappointment. I laugh and wrap my arm around her. "We can come back to the room later."

She sighs. "You've ruined me for life. Now, I'll be picturing this when I read at my house. I will resent you forever. We won't be able to get past it. I'll have to quit."

"Wow. That's quite the overactive imagination you've got there."

"It's from all the reading I do," she jokes.

We reach the front door, and Lexi helps me carry the food into the kitchen.

"It smells amazing," she says as we place the containers on the island.

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