Coby steps back to me and grabs my hand. “Who? Addi? No way, she’s awesome. It was worth it.” His thumb grazes over my skin again in an attempt to calm my nerves. It does, but only slightly.
Coby pulls me to his side. “We can’t get involved right now. We have to be focused. But after our events, I want to make this up to you,” he croons, gazing into my eyes. They portray nothing but pure honesty.
I smile. “You do?”
He nods. “I do. But fuck is it going to be hard keeping my hands off you for eight days.”
Giggling, I tilt my head. “Who says I’ll let you put your hands on me after eight days?”
“Something about your expression is betraying you. I know you want to rip all my clothes off.”
I shake my head. “You’re too confident.”
“Only with you. C’mon, we better get back, or East and Caro will spread rumours.”
“True story.”
He takes my hand, and we step back toward the lounge while I try to calm my breathing.
That Coby envisions a future for us excites me, but we have to get through the Games first.
Caro looks up at us and then down to our linked hands. She grins up at me but doesn’t make a fuss about it for a change, for which I’m grateful. Instead, Caro turns back to face the television with a great big cheeky grin on her face as Coby and I sit back down on the lounge.
We spend the next couple of hours joking around. Coby finds a way to touch me, as usual. Not that I mind because every time he caresses me, I burn.
The guys walk us back to our unit at the end of the evening. I guess I’m not surprised. East and Caro are obviously a thing, and Coby and I are…whatever we are.It was the natural course.
East and Caro are down the hall saying their goodbyes while Coby and I are standing by the door. Guys technically aren’t allowed, but Coby tends to like to bend the rules.
“So, I had a great time tonight,” he begins.
I lean against the wall. “Me too. It’s good to be on the same page again.”
He licks his lips and smiles leaning in toward me. “We have to focus, but just one more,” he murmurs and presses his lips to mine. Smiling against his lips, I kiss him back, and that spark doesn’t disappoint. My hand runs up through his hair as we kiss—it’s full of passion, but it’s not as heated as our previous kiss. This one is delicate and calm. Coby pulls back, his forehead leaning against mine. Even though it was a gentle kiss, we’re still breathless.
“I’ll never get sick of that.”
Smiling, I lick my lips, wanting to savour his taste. “Me neither.”
“Have a good night, Butterfly. I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow morning.”
I lean forward, pecking his lips quickly one more time, and he smiles against my lips. East and Caro come down, chuckling but doing their best to be quiet.
“Mate, we better go. If we get caught, we could get in the shit,” East whines.
Coby pulls away from me reluctantly and then lets me go, nodding toward East.
“Yeah, okay. See you tomorrow. Night girls,” Coby chirps.
As I wrap my arms around myself, he and East turn and race off out of sight.
Caro opens our unit, and we walk inside. I close the door behind me as she continues into the unit, and I lean against the door and just breathe.
“Whore,” Caro mutters.
I chuckle. “Shut up…”
She turns and rushes back over to me, opening her arms and pulling me to her in a tight hug.