Page 34 of The Fight

Slinking back up to her, I tilt her chin until she’s looking into my eyes. “I’m going to wine and dine ya, Dollface. If you’re not comfortable here, then I’m going to take you somewhere you can be.”

Blair takesanother bite of food, the soft glow of the lamp casting soft shadows over her face. Honestly, I had no idea where I could take her or what we could do, but I knew getting out of the house was a must. I wanted to be next to her—touch her, kiss her, reallyfeelher—but I knew that wouldn’t happen if we stayed home.

A quick call to book a table and room, a few hours of killing time at the beach till it was ready, and then we finally pulled up to Clear View. Only Blair wasn’t excited. It almost seemed she was even more uncomfortable. So, I said fuck the dinner and just snuck us away to our room—private suite, thanks to my dad being a member.

Now, she seems more at ease, pushing her lobster around her plate, talking about shit I can’t even comprehend. It’s been too hard to pay attention. All I can do is stare at her. She’s so fucking beautiful.

“You know what I mean?” Her question snaps me back to the present.

My mind starts to scramble to answer, but I have no idea what she even said. I was too busy counting the light freckles on her cheeks and basking in the glow of her green eyes. Luckily, though, a knock on the door saves me.

Her eyes widen as I stand, and I can’t help but smile. “Calm down. It’s just dessert.”

Instantly, her shoulders relax again as she pushes her plate across the bed and pulls the sheet over her lap.

I open the door and snag the bowl of fruit and bottle of champagne from the room service attendant, then tip him a twenty and close the door.

“I can’t eat any of that. I’m way too full,” Blair comments, holding up her hand as I move back to the bed.

I set the bowl on the bedside table, abandoning it for whenever she’s ready, then pop the cork on the champagne. Luckily, it doesn’t fizz too much, but what does come out, I lap up happily.

“It’s fine. Just have a drink for now,” I reply, passing her the bottle.

As she takes it, I crawl back into the bed beside her and smile as she takes a drink. Her eyes catch mine, and she grins. “You know, I never expected to be sitting in a room, drinking champagne, and feeling so comfortable with you.”

I snatch the bottle back playfully, then bring it to my lips before speaking again. “Yeah, well, don’t get used to it. Remember, you like to fight too much.” I wink

Before I can even swallow the liquid in my mouth, Blair moves to her knees, snags the bottle back, and hurries it back to her mouth. “You’re right,” she laughs, and it’s fucking contagious.

I reach out, trying to take the drink back, but she turns, keeping it pressed against her lips, and pushes her hand into my chest. I don’t stop, though. I drive my chest forward against her palm. She’s already weak from laughing, and the position does nothing to help her.

Her elbow bends, and suddenly, my entire front is pressed against her side. My mouth is only a couple of inches from her cheek, and I’m locked back into the weird hypnosis of staring at her.

Finally, she lowers the bottle and turns to me. Champagne wets her lips, and a drop runs down the side of her mouth to her chin. Without a second thought, I jut out my tongue and lick it up. By the time my tongue hits the corner of her mouth, she opens it, turning her body more into mine.

I grab the bottle from the base, never breaking my lips from hers, and tug. She doesn’t even put up a fight now. She just unravels her fingers from the neck, then slides them to my chest. I drop the bottle, hearing it roll across the floor and not giving a single fuck.

Repositioning, I wrap my hands around her hips and push her back, forcing her flat on her back, then crawl on top of her. I thrust my hips lightly, letting her feel what she’s doing to me. She snakes her legs around me, locks her ankles around my lower back, and cups my face in her palms.

Slowly, I rake one hand up, find the edge of her shirt, and push it up. Her skin is hot under my fingers, and it makes me shiver. Touching her feels so right—so normal. Like, this is how it was always supposed to be.

As soon as my fingers start to fidget with the edge of her bra, her body tenses the slightest bit.

“I can stop,” I whisper against her mouth and move back.

Blair shakes her head quickly and pulls me back to her. “No. I want this.”

Her lips crash into mine again, and although I love the enthusiasm, this is different. I want her to feel comfortable. I want her to be taken care of. She isn’t just another fuck. She’s special.

I find the waistband of her shorts and run my fingers along it. “Are you sure?”

She freezes but nods. “I’m sure. Can you just…”

I pause and raise up so I can really study her face. “It’s okay. We don’t have to do this.”

She shakes her head again. “I’m just… I’m just scared.”

I lean down and plant a soft kiss on her cheek. “What will help?”

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