Page 42 of Just Like This
We finished off the bottle of rosé, passing it back and forth until our smiles came easily and our hands started to wander. I laid back against the soft blanket and tugged on the back of Garrett’s shirt, inviting him to join me. I curled against him and let myself listen to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It was a familiar melody because my heart pounded out the same song.
My hands leisurely explored the hard planes of his body, softly touching and caressing. There was no expectation beyond enjoying the night together, but below the surface, I was humming with need. One kiss, one touch—it wouldn’t take much for me to come alive for him. Garrett turned onto his side and let his hand rest on the curve of my hip.
“What do you want?” he whispered.
My response was silent, just a mischievous grin and a glimmer in my eye.
“Tell me,” Garrett demanded softly.
“I’d rather show you,” I replied, my voice husky and thick.
“Thatsounds like the perfect plan.”
