Page 47 of The Perfect Love

My body hums with desire, and a contented moan slips out. His fingers curl into my hair at the sound. He drags the kiss out, lighting a fire inside me, and when he finally pulls away, it’s like the burst of water that douses a fire, and I’m desperate for more flames—more warmth.

He smiles down at me. “Slow,” he whispers.

Something else deep inside me relaxes. Some fear calmed by that one word. Even though I want to rush past where I’m comfortable, he keeps us in this safe space so I won’t do something I’m not ready for.

I bite back the urge to thank him again and nod.

We stare at each other again, neither of us wanting to break the intensity of the moment, but slowly, his hands slide out of my hair and down my arms.

“Text or call me if you need anything.” He gives me a sheepish smile. “Or you just want to talk.”

I twine my fingers with his again. “I will.” If anything, it’ll be a feat not to text him as soon as I get inside. But I can wait until tomorrow. Let myself miss him a little. If I ever manage to let go of his hands.

I wait for him to let go, make a move to walk away, but he doesn’t.

Then he leans in, that smooth voice sending a chill up my spine. “If you think I’m leaving before you’re safely inside, you haven’t been paying attention.”

I laugh at that. He’s right. After today, I should’ve been expecting that.

Since we can’t stand here all night, I reluctantly pull my hands from his.

“Today was amazing.” I press my lips against his cheek. “Get home safe.”

“I will. Have a good night.” I squeeze his hand and turn toward the door, only for his velvety voice to wash over me one last time. “Sweet dreams.”

And then he smiles like he knows just how sweet they’ll be.

I pause for half a second, smiling to myself, then go inside, hurrying up the stairs and into my apartment. Once I’m inside, Irun to the window and watch him walk back to his car. Before he gets in, he looks up at my window and smiles.

I fall back onto the couch, kicking my feet and squealing.

Meeting Trevor wasn’t on my bingo card. Neither was how easily I’m falling head over heels for him.

No, that’s not right.

Head over heels is too smooth and delicate for the wild and chaotic chemistry flowing between us.

I need something that matches that. Something less graceful.

What’s less graceful than head over heels?

Ass over tits.

Yep. That’s right.

I’m falling ass over tits for Trevor Matteny.

Trevor

I’m on cloud nine when I get out of my car at the lake house.

I don’t know who came up with that saying, but it’s woefully inaccurate. After today I’m on cloud ninety-nine. One hundred. A thousand.

Chelsea is… everything. Looking at her, she’s my dream girl. But in getting to know her, she’s so much more than I ever knew I wanted. She single-handedly turned my world upside down and knocked me on my ass.

I’m loving every second.

I’m like Gene Kelly hanging off that streetlight inSinging in the Rain.

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