Page 44 of The Last Key
Devon rolls his eyes. “Again, you’re wounding my ego.”
I set the plate to the side and slide back under the covers. “The fact that we had sexbeforewe ate should be a big ego boost.”
He pulls me into his arms and I rest my head on his chest.
“I guess I’ll have to take what I can get.”
“Give me a few minutes to digest and I’ll give you some more.”
“Mm. I love you. And this.”
“Just think, if we weren’t such chicken shits, we could’ve been doing this for years.”
“Ugh, don’t remind me. My dick is so mad at me about that.”
I smack his chest. “Good to know sex is all you care about.”
He kisses my neck. “You know that’s not true. I wish we would’ve admitted it sooner. Yes, we could have been having years worth of amazing sex, but there havebeen so many times in the last few years where I wished I had someone by my side. A partner.”
“You know,” I say softly, “I would’ve come if you’d called. If you had told me you needed me, I would’ve been here. I can’t read your mind, Dev, but I’m always here for you. That’s the one thing that shouldn’t be changing from friendship to relationship.”
“You were working so hard. I didn’t want to ask you to take time away from that.”
My brows pinch together. “Well, that’s dumb. And whatever happens from here, you better promise me you won’t do anything like that again. No more struggling alone. I’m here.”
“I love that you’re here,” he whispers, tugging on my heartstrings and making me want to stay forever. Right now, that’s still in the maybe category. I mean, I know no matter what, I want to be with him—physically and in a relationship—but where and what happens next is what I don’t know. Frankly, I have no desire to think about it. I want to enjoy this. We waited long enough to get here. I want to live in this stupidly happy, can’t-stop-touching-each-other, never-want-to-leave-the-bedroom phase for as long as possible.
“Devon?”
“Hm?”
“The other night, when you were talking about your future—love, marriage, kids—were you talking about me? Us?”
His lips are pressed against the side of my head, and I can feel him smiling.
“Always. You’re the one I dreamed of having it all with. I tried for so long to deny it, but I finally gave in after…”
“What?” I ask.
He sighs, then laughs and looks up at the ceiling. “After I called another girl your name in bed.”
My eyes widen. “Oh my god. Seriously?”
He nods. “Yep. Not one of my proudest moments, but that’s when I knew for sure. Maybe it’s what gave me the strength to finally crossthe line.”
“I’m glad you started… having some fun.”
“I’m glad you played along.”
“It was fun. Hot. Terrifying,” I laugh. “And so hard to resist.”
“Funny, that’s how I felt when I heard yousingingin the shower.”
I run my hand over my face. “Oh god. I was so freaking embarrassed. But then it turned into another way to tease each other.” Tickling my fingers down his stomach, I whisper, “Maybe we should sing together in the shower.”
He groans. “That sounds so good.”
Pulling me closer, he kisses me deeply. We’re a mess of lips and tongues and tangled body parts until my phone begins loudly playingStacy’s Mom.
