Page 76 of Unforgettable

There’s no confusion or trepidation. It’s a peace offering full of want and purpose, and I eagerly accept it. His kiss is the most honest he’s been with me in days, and I revel in the fact that his body never lies.

Needing to touch him, I mirror his actions and cradle his face, deepening the kiss.

I missed you.

I hate this.

I think I’m falling in love with you.

Reluctantly, the kiss ends, and Reeve’s browneyes don’t dart around the room like I expect them to. He just stares at me, and I don’t dare to look away.

“Hey,” he whispers.

“Hey.”

“Okay, you two, that’s enough,” Dixie shouts from the other end of the table. “This is my weekend, and that kiss already has everybody talking about something other than me.”

“Sorry,” Reeve says, still holding my gaze. “It’s been a few days since we’ve seen each other.”

Sliding my fingers in between his, I give his hand a slight squeeze before tugging him down till we’re both seated.

It takes a few long seconds before everybody’s attention is elsewhere and Reeve and I are once again in our own bubble.

Leaning over, I speak directly into his ear. “Thank you for coming.”

“Of course,” he supplies, his voice low. He turns his head, and we’re only a breath apart. “I would be the worst fake boyfriend if I bailed on your sister’s wedding.”

My stomach plummets at his words, but I don’t shy away from asking the hard questions. The ones I don’t want to know the answers to but know that Ineedto.

“Did you only come because of our agreement?” I ask as inconspicuously as possible. “Was that…” I take a deep breath. “Was that all just for show?”

A firm hand lands on my leg and his long fingers slide down the curve of my inner thigh possessively. “You know very well that this has never beenjustfor show.”

With enough pressure to know I’m right here in this moment with him, agreeing with every word he’s just said, I cover his hand with mine and press them both into my thigh.

We sit like that for the rest of the evening, the strings of tension and uncertainty between us fraying and breaking with every passing hour.

When everybody parts and says goodnight, I lead him out of the restaurant, my hand on the small of his back. “Do you need to get anything out of the car?” I ask him.

“Yeah. I only have the bag and my suit.”

We walk in silence to Murph’s car, the conversation stilted while he retrieves his things. When we step into our room for the weekend, Reeve’s eyes widen.

Quietly, I free his hands and take his suit and bag, placing them next to mine. He spins in a slow circle as he peruses his surroundings. “Oh my god, this place is beautiful.”

“I didn’t think anywhere would pull through with such short notice, but this place is perfect.”

Reeve finally turns back to face me, and the air between us immediately thickens.

“I’m sorr—”

The apology doesn’t even have the chance to land and I’m already fusing my mouth to his. Our teeth clash as our lips find a hungry, angry rhythm. I grip his waist and slam it against mine, needing him close. Needinghim.

Restraining myself seems impossible as my hands roam over his body, touching any and every part of him that I can. There’s no finesse as I guide him toward the bed, deftly unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants.

Dragging my lips away from his, I kiss the curve of his jaw, down his neck, and then finally drop to my knees.

“Oz,” he says breathlessly. “We should talk.”

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