Page 47 of No More Love Songs

CHAPTER TWELVE

SKYLAR

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I can barely feel mylegs as I’m walking across my room. Considering all the man did was touch my face, that’s probably not a good sign. “What is happening to you?” I hiss at my own body.

Before I can answer myself or berate my mushy girl feelings further, there’s a knock at my door. It happens nearly simultaneously to the whole thing swinging open, Kit marching in with it.

“I had a thought,” he announces, one hand pulling my hip to his, the other cupping my face and bringing it toward his until his lips crush mine and I can no longer recall why I thought my body responded poorly to his touch.

His kiss is sweet but intense, and the strength with which he holds me cocooned to his body makes me melt into him in ways I’ve never done with anyone.

“You had a thought?” I murmur against his mouth still softly sweeping back and forth across my lips while we catch our breath.

“Yeah.” His eyes light up and he taps my nose with the tip of his own. “Go back and kiss her, dumbass.”

He presses his lips to mine again. Several long seconds pass before he breaks away to add, “How did you not get that?”

“Oh, I did. I just like hearing you saying it out loud. You know, to be sure.”

“Almost forgot.” He smirks. “What I don’t verbalize you just make up for yourself inside your head. Probably over and over, until you get it wrong.” He shakes his head before he kisses me again. This time longer and deeper than before but without the urgency that came with the kiss he flew in here with. “We’re going to have to work on that,” he rumbles softly in my ear as he curls both arms around me into the snuggest hug I’ve ever had the pleasure of being wrapped up in. Maybe it’s just him. Maybe being wrapped up in Kit just happens to be this sort of wonderful.

“In that case, I’m sure you’re aware that habit of overthinking things applies itself nicely to just about anything. But especially this.”

“Yep, was already aware of that.” He places another kiss on the side of my head and whispers, “So, let’s keep it simple.”

“Simple?” Is anything ever simple once you start kissing someone?

“Yeah.” He nods and the stubble on his chin catches in my hair. Something I find oddly fascinating, like it means something, to see the way the smallest parts of our bodies are attaching to each other, even when we’re not even trying.

“How do you propose we do that?”

“By taking the moments as they come. No expectations. No rules. No pressure.”

“Like...just keep it casual?” I’ve always been terrible at that. In theory. I’ve never actually attempted it for real. On account of being terrible at it. I can get attached to stray cats roaming parking lots at night. And those don’t even let me touch them. I definitely wouldn’t do well in a friends with benefits sort of scenario.

“Not casual,” he says, his voice dipping into a deeper growl. “Just real. Honest. About where we are, what we want. What we can offer each other.” He nips at my bottom lip with his teeth. “Right now, your focus is your music. Figuring out your new sound. You have a deadline. We don’t.”

I nod. I think maybe what he’s saying makes sense. “So, just go with the flow. Stay in the present.” Don’t overthink it. Or worry about falling in love. Because based on where we are and what we want, love isn’t even on the table.

“Exactly.” He sways me softly back and forth for a long moment, then slowly, his embrace loosens and his fingertips trail down my arm to meet my hand, molding his palm to mine and twining our fingers before he starts to move, leading me through my own room.

“Where are we going?” I’m asking for curiosity’s sake alone. I’m going. Wherever the hell it is, if he’s taking me, I’m going.

“The bed.” He looks over his shoulder, a hazy looking grin on his face like I’ve never seen him have before. It’s sweet and sexy, and I’d like to think, just for a moment, all mine. “For a nap. Together.”

“You seriously expect me to sleep right now?” While next to him? Highly unlikely.

He chuckles softly. “Yes, in the present, you need it. Hell, we both do.” We reach the bed, and he guides me onto the mattress, his body shadowing my movements until we’re both lying down on our sides, facing each other. He leans in, nudging the tip of my nose with his own. “Go, ahead.”

I let my gaze travel left and right. Avoidance. That’s what I’m leaning into. “Go ahead with what?”

“Go ahead and tell me.” He smirks. Because he’s being vague as shit. And he still knows I know what he’s talking about.

It’s annoying. And I will deny, deny, deny until the very end.

“I don’t have anything to tell you.”

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