Page 97 of Loving You

She moves for the fridge, grabs the creamer, and stands next to the coffeepot. I maneuver around her to reach the fridge, pulling out what I need and returning to her other side.

“Sleep okay?” I ask.

“Yep. You?”

I let out a little laugh. “Not even a little.”

“Oh.” The sleepy expression turns to a frown. “We should switch.”

“Hell no,” I say quickly. “Now that I know how bad the couch sucks, I’d never let you sleep on it.”

She smirks.

“That’s oddly kind of you.”

To that I smile.

“I think we can agree that whatever is going on between us is … well, just expect the unexpected.”

“Oh, you’ve never been more right.”

The coffeepot stops, so Quinn pours a cup for herself and one for me.

She doesn't move as she takes her first sip.

The moan that escapes her makes me freeze.

It’s not a sex moan, and it’s not a thisfeels greatmoan. It's athis coffee is yummygroan of appreciation, and yet I instantly grow hard in my shorts.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath as I stir the eggs.

Last night when we were making my bed, I wanted to kiss her. I didn’t want our night to end the way it did, but fuck, I’d just told her why we couldn’t do anything more than what’s going on now, and then we agreed to break up. Kissing her would have been … it would have been me doing exactly what she said. Being someone who basically gives her whiplash.

She’s not wrong.

I’m just having a hard time controlling the way I’m feeling.

I want her, but she isn’t staying, and everything is getting complicated.

How can I get what I want and then just watch her leave when the summer is over?

Simple.

I dig deep. Really fucking deep and use self-control.

“Why don’t you sleep in your room with me tonight?”

“No.”

Her sigh can probably be heard all the way over at my dad’s apartment.

“If the couch sucks, you shouldn't sleep on it, and your bed is big enough for the two of us.”

I blow out another breath.

“No. The couch will be fine for a couple of weeks. I don’t want to intrude on your space.”

“Oh, please. I’m the one who took over your room.”

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