Page 406 of The First Time
This is our last chance. That means it's my last chance too. These might be my last twenty-four hours with Blake. I'm going to enjoy them.
"Excuse me." I go to the sex room—I'm sure Blake calls it his spare room, but let's get real—and change into a tank top, pajama bottoms, and a hoodie.
I'm tempted to linger here. It's familiar. Hell, this is certainly the room where I have the most positive memories.
I let my eyelids press together. I linger in memories of his body joining mine, his lips on my skin, his growl vibrating down my neck. The Blake I understand. Who understands me. Who gives me exactly what I need.
But then I understand this Blake.
And he understands me.
And we do want to make each other happy.
I swallow the thought as I move into the main room.
Blake is in his pajamas. It's still strange, seeing him casual and relaxed. Blake in a t-shirt and plaid pants is absurd. Even if he still looks like a sex god.
He nods to the coffee table. There's a plate of berries and dark chocolate. And two glasses. One amber. One clear.
"Gin and chocolate?" I move onto the couch.
He sits next to me. His fingers brush my cheek. My chin. "Would you prefer whiskey?"
I shake my head.
He grabs my drink and hands it over. It's just like the first time. The brush of his fingers lights me up.
I move closer, until the outsides of our thighs are pressed against each other.
His fingers trail over my back, pressing the soft cotton of my hoodie against my skin. He nestles his head into the crook of my neck. Slides his arms around my waist.
Fuck. My stomach flutters. My muscles go weak. This is exactly where I belong. In his arms. In his apartment. In his life.
But not if it's his life. Only if it's ours.
Blake's breath warms my ear. "Thank you."
"For?" I press my knees together. It does nothing to stem the electricity racing through me. I want his body, yes, but as more than a fuck. As everything.
"For being here."
"Of course." I want to be here. There isn't a single part of me that wants to be somewhere else.
I down half my gin and tonic in one gulp. Fresh with that hint of pine.
"Kat."
I grab a raspberry and plop it in my mouth. It's sweet, tart perfection.
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah."
He turns to me and runs his fingertips over my chin, tilting me so we're eye to eye. "Are you sure?"
No. Not at all. But I am sure I want to be here. "Let's watch a movie."
He stares back at me. His eyes fill with honest affection. "Anything you want."
