Page 25 of Too Good to be True

"But it's not premature for you to spend the night together?"

"What did you think was going to happen when you dressed me like that?”

“I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I know. Now, go." I grab her shoulders and turn her around.

"Fine. You're a big girl."

"I love you!" I watch my best friend walk away, then slip back into the room. Tim is stretched out on my bed with his arm behind his head, like it’s the most natural thing for him to be waiting for me like this.

"Everything okay?"

"Just peachy."

"Why do I get the feeling you're lying?"

"Because I am." I smile and sit on the bed next to him. "That was my friend checking up on me. She's nervous. About you."

"The bride?"

"Yep."

"Why didn't you introduce us? We could’ve set her mind at ease.”

“Doubt it.”

“Seriously, I would've used my charm to reassure her."

"I hate to break it to you, but you're not all that charming."

"I'm not?" He asks with a crooked brow.

"No."

"Then why am I here in your bed?"

"Because you have a huge um . . . package."

He laughs, grabs me by the waist, and pulls me down so that I'm lying next to him.

"So it's my huge package that you like?" He rolls on top of me and tickles me until I lose my breath.

"Yes!" I answer through fits of laughter.

"Then I better get to work giving you what you want," he says, yanking my shorts down.

Our eyes meet. They lock. There it is, the connection. The invisible wire that winds around us and makes it so difficult to pull myself away. I take a deep breath, filling my lungs with oxygen, and hold it. I can't breathe. All I can do is focus on the passion I see in his eyes. The longing. The lust.

I feel something deep in my core. I don't know what it is exactly, but Ifeelit, and it's only in this moment that I realize that's what was missing with Corey. His looks, his touches, they only skimmed the surface. They didn't make me lose my breath. They didn't make me feel. Anything.

Words are lost. Trapped somewhere between my heart and mind because, for the first time in forever, they're on the same page, working in unison. Tim's hands skim down my legs. I shudder. That's what he does with every kiss, every touch. He makes me feel it deep down below the skin. My heart pounds and races with expectation.

"You are so beautiful," he says, pulling my shirt up over my head. "So beautiful and sexy."

"Thank you."

I watch him shed his shorts. It was only a couple of hours ago that he was inside me, yet I want him more now than I did then. Tim watches me in silence as he rolls a condom on. Something we skipped in our first go at it.

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