Page 103 of Undone

“Fuck… fuck. I’m going to come, baby,” he said, letting his head fall to my shoulder, his breath coming in fast pants on my neck.

He let out a feral groan, leaning back enough to watch me as he found his release. His eyes stayed on mine, our exhales heavy and ragged as we both came down from the high.

“You look so good taking me here,” he squeezed the tiniest fraction on my throat.

After the moment slowed and I caught my breath, I pushed off the counter and turned around, fixing the skirt of my dress. I peered up to meet his eyes. His thumb brushed the side of my jaw, back and forth. I leaned into him, my nose brushing against his, letting my eyes shut, savoring every touch. He gently threaded his fingers through my hair, lingering at the nape of my neck for a moment.

“So fucking beautiful. So fuckingmine.”

My eyes snapped open as his words echoed in the charged silence, and something deeper began to stir.

I turned back around as the sharpness of reality cut through the haze. I swept my hands over my curls before tying it up.

This wasn’t just about desire or the thrill of the moment anymore—it was more complicated than that. And I was done dancing around it now.

After a stretch of silence, I met his gaze over my shoulder.

“This is more. Isn’t it?”

THIRTY-SEVEN

Noah - October

WINGS - BIRDY

My voice was steady,though my heart thudded in my chest. I turned around and reached out. My fingers lightly grazed his arm as I stood there, waiting. The air was full of uncertainty as my pulse quickened, but I held my breath, needing him to say something—anything.

Dorian blinked, his brows knitting together in confusion as he zipped up his pants.

“Isn’t it?” I repeated.

His hand came up to my wrist, but the disbelief in his expression felt like a wall. I met his gaze, refusing to back down.

“Come again?” he asked, but I knew he heard me.

“I mean… I could if you wanted.” I didn’t let my hand fall from him. Instead, I let my fingers glide down to his hand, locking our hands together for a moment.

“Noah,” he scolded. His thumb grazed mine, a tiny gesture despite the serious look on his face. But then he pulled his hand back, running it through his hair.

“Isn’t it?” I pressed again, holding his gaze. I could see the muscle in his jaw tighten.

“Itcan’tbe,” he said, more of a reflex than a reasoned response. His gaze moved away from mine.

“Why not?”

“Because,” he muttered, his voice clipped, as if the word alone would be enough of an answer.

“Because why, Dorian?” I asked, frustration now bubbling to the surface.

He exhaled heavily and stared at the floor like it held the solution. “Because this isn’t what we agreed to.”

But we both knew those rules didn’t mean anything anymore. I crossed my arms, needing somewhere to keep my hands other than on him.

“What do you think this is, then?” My words were sharp as I searched his face. “You think this is still some casual fling? You think this is just two friends with benefits, hooking up in the bathroom? When you tell me you can’t stop thinking about me, you can’t keep your eyes off me, and tell me that I’myours? This seems like a lot more than a fucking hookup, Dor.”

His gaze snapped back to mine, frustration flaring in his eyes. “Don’t Dor me right now,” he warned.

“Then tell me what this feels like to you,” I demanded, stepping closer.

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