Page 242 of Rock Me All Night
"Hard to remember exactly. They fought constantly. It was a long time coming. But after... shit happened with Willow." He tenses, like he can't stand the memory of what happened with his sister. "I won't betray her trust but it snapped me out of my bullshit. By then, you had new friends. You seemed better off without me."
"How could I be better off without you? Drew I... don't you realize how much you mean to me?"
He runs his fingertips over my shoulder. "I didn't. Not then. I didn't appreciate how lucky I was. You were the only person I ever trusted besides my sister. You still are."
"What about Vivian?" I say her name like it's some disgusting food.
"That was different. Messed up." He's quiet for a moment. "It's not an interesting story."
"It's interesting to me." I shift so my back is pressed against his chest. The second our bodies come into contact, I feel warm and safe. It's the same sense of freedom I get from the dark.
I can stomach Drew seeing me, really seeing me.
And I want to see him too.
"You can admit she broke your heart," I say.
"I'm not good with relationships, Kara. I can't even fuck a girl without fucking her up." He drags his fingertips over my neck. "I don't want to do that to you too."
"You're a little late for that."
"I don't want to hurt you." His voice gets low. "But I can't stop touching you. I can't stop talking to you. I can't stop being around you."
This warmth builds in my body, but there's something off about it. This is no confession of love. It's not even some high school request to make things official, so we're really boyfriend/girlfriend.
It's nothing.
"What is that supposed to mean?" I ask.
He exhales so slowly. He drags his fingertips down my arms and hips. No answer, I guess. Or maybe this is the answer.
Drew wants me enough to throw out all those concerns of hurting me. I don't know whether to be flattered or offended.
"Is that really it?" I ask. "Or do you not want to get hurt?"
"I drove for two hours straight and the only thing I could think about was how badly I want you." He hooks his thumbs into my pajama bottoms. "All of you."
I open my mouth to ask for an explanation, but I can't force the words out. They'll only confuse me more. The truth is, I feel the same.
I can't think straight.
I can't think anything butI want Drew.All of him. Whatever that means.
He runs his thumbs over the waist of my pajamas. His lips press into my neck.
I want Drew.
All of him.
Whatever that means.
He tugs at my pajama pants and pulls them off my ass. All the way to my knees.
My head is swimming, but common sense has no chance next to the desire rushing through my body.
I kick off my pajamas and rub my body against Drew's. He's strong and warm.
He runs his fingertips over my outer thigh, starting at my knee and working his way up. His fingers graze one of my scars. His touch is soft and gentle. There's no sign he's repulsed.
