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“What are you doing now?” Maybe I could move faster.

“Uh, nothing. Thinking about dinner, but I haven’t really been grocery shopping.”

“How about we order a pizza and watch a movie or something?” I leaned on the door jamb, hoping for him to invite me in.

“Ugh. This is embarrassing.”

“What?”

“I think that sounds good and all, but I don’t, uh, you know. I don’t have a TV.”

“We can…” I thumbed over my shoulder. “You know. My place. It’s right there.”

That adorable blush covered his cheeks again. He looked back into the pool house, then over my shoulder. Then he shrugged. “Why not?” Not a resounding yes, but I’d take it.

We argued over toppings, and I let him win with pepperoni and mushrooms. Then we debated movies and came to a mutual agreement, putting on10 Things I Hate About Youbecause…Heath Ledger. We waited for the pizza, then started the movie. After a few pieces, we ended up cuddling together on my comfy sofa. I couldn’t resist running my fingers through that long, luxurious hair.

A funny part must have come on because Colin laughed hard. “Rourke?”

“Yeah…”

“You’re not watching the movie, are you?”

“No. I’m watching you. What gave me away?”

“That was totally funny, and you didn’t laugh.”

“Eh…I’ve seen it before. I’d rather watch you.”

He turned his face up to me. “Why?”

Instead of answering, I leaned forward and kissed him. We had kissed before, so it wasn’t a big deal, but…I wanted this to be the kiss to move us deeper into the relationship. It was too romantic and mushy, but I was afraid telling him how I felt would scare him away. So, I dug my fingers deeper into his hair and devoured his mouth, speaking with my tongue as it tangled with his.

I moved my hands down his back and pulled him into my lap. He went willingly. Returned the dual move for move. He straddled my thighs and looped his hands behind my neck. I slid my palms down to his thighs, and he moaned into my mouth as the kiss continued. It was fantastic, loving, slightly demanding, and it left me wanting more.

Turning to the side, I laid him back on the couch and sat back to look at him, his hair splayed over my cushions, his eyes wide and wild, leaning into the green and gold over the blue, showing me how changeable the hazel was. “You’re gorgeous. May I?” My hand hovered over the bottom of his shirt.

He looked down, presumably taking in our bodies and my wish to know his more. He bit his bottom lip, but he nodded.

I slid under the cloth and rubbed my palm against the bare skin of his stomach and chest. “I want to feel you. All of you.”

Colin surprised me by grabbing the bottom of his shirt and yanking it up and over his head. He dropped it on the floor, while his expression was half challenge and half uncertainty.

“I’m not going to hurt you, Colin. Not going to do anything you don’t want or like. If you want to stop, you say so. And I stop.”

“Do I need a safe word or something?”

“No. Unless you want one, but I’m not doing anything but making out with you.”

“What if I want more?”

My turn for confusion. “It depends. What do you want, Colin?”

“I don’t know.” He exhaled slowly. “More…”

I leaned over him, shifting my body. I kissed his chest and left my forehead there while supporting myself with one foot on the floor, one knee on the other side of him, and hands by his head. “You say when to stop, but I’m not planning on going too far.”

“Why?” Now his hands were in my hair, shorter and darker than his.

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