Page 79 of Fear of Falling

“Total babe magnetic,” I agreed with a nod.

“When he’s not busy with school and sports he’ll come spend a night or two.”

Part of me was jealous of Wyatt’s brother. I always wanted a sibling. To have your own built-in best friend, and even if you got mad at each other, you got over it quickly.

“They sound really great.”

“They are. My younger brother has a game this weekend,” Wyatt said, and I thought I heard hesitation in his voice. “Do you want to go?”

Was he asking me to meet his family?

“You don’t have to,” he quickly amended. “Just thought I’d extend the invitation.”

Meeting his family sounded nerve-wracking as hell. I couldn’t remember the last time I met a guy’s family, especially one as close as Wyatt’s.

What if they don’t like me?

The people-pleaser in me wanted them to like me—and I got the sense that it would mean a lot to Wyatt too.

“They wouldn’t mind if I tagged along?” I finally asked.

“Not at all,” Wyatt shook his head. “Think about it, there’s no rush.”

Agreeing to meet his family wasn’t a simple decision. Meeting them meant things between us were getting a bit more serious.

“Hungry?” he asked after a moment.

“Starving.”

“You did not,”I said.

“I did. Trevor bet that I couldn’t, so I climbed onto the roof and jumped in the pool.”

“You’re crazy,” I laughed and shook my head.

“I like things that make my heart race.” He looked right at me. I may have had a couple glasses of wine, but there was no mistaking the heat in his gaze. The tension between us was so thick you could cut the air with a knife.

The two of us had skirted around the sexual tension all night. From the moment I stepped into his kitchen and watched him cook, I’d found the scene strangely erotic. It only intensified aswe ate, exchanging sultry looks that did nothing to abate the growing ache between my legs. I was pretty sure Wyatt knew it too, because every time I shifted in my seat his eyes trailed over me.

Now, our dinner long since finished, we sat together on his plush, leather couch and gazed out at the night sky. My body was curled towards his, knees resting against him, his hand on my thigh. It was beyond difficult to not imagine his hand moving higher.

“Josie?”

I looked up from his hand—I hadn’t heard a single word he’d said. “Hmm?”

“What were you thinking about?”

“Oh…uh, nothing.”

“Nothing, huh?” His hand tightened its grip on my thigh as I studied his face. The look in his eyes flamed the fire inside of me that’s burned since we met.

“Yep?” Although it came out more as a question.

Just kiss him already.

“Although I could be convinced to tell you.” My new-found confidence surprised even me.

“Is that right?” he murmured.

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