Page 118 of Just One Bite
“This changes things,” she says, eyes trained on the ceiling.
Her hands rest on her chest over her heart, fingering the ends of her hair. She’s right. Having casual sex with Olivia was never going to be an option.
“Yeah … it does.” I lay my head on the pillow beside her. “You okay?”
She’s smiling when she turns to me. “As long as you don’t feel like bolting.”
“Funny I was going to ask you the same thing.”
“No urge.”
“Good. Because I’ve got a hot date tonight, which includes watching you sleep.”
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Olivia
“Stay with me.”
“Stay with me.”
“Stay with me, please.”
Parker won’t stop crying.
I wake in the middle of the night in Parker’s arms.
There’s something eerie and uncomfortable in the air. A dream I need to remember lingers but won’t take shape. It’s right on the edge of my tongue, but as I blink in the darkness, it fades into nothing, never to be caught again.
All the pain I’d had the day before is completely gone. My wrist. My ankle. Both healed all by Parker’s desire and meticulous work of his lips.
I sit up and he stirs, dragging me back down with him. There’s claustrophobia in his arms, and a relentless racing of my thoughts.
He still doesn’t know.
Parker doesn’t understand how I truly feel, and it’s my fault he doesn’t. Maybe he still thinks I’m playing games with him, like I might string him along for my own pleasure. Contrary to what everyone else in the school thinks, I could never hurt Parker in that way. He’s my best friend. He’s … my mate. Through my life, he was there, even if I couldn’t sense it.
There’s a lump in my throat when I hear his voice.
“Hey, baby.”
“Parker …”
I’ve never needed someone like this before. I’ve never needed love, but if I don’t have his, I might burst. My heart will stop instantly. The dam inside me will burst and nothing can repair it.
But he doesn’t know, and suddenly, all I want is to make him understand.
My lips meet his bare chest, and my body is on fire again. Like how it always feels when he touches me— I never want him to stop. It’s a never-ending need embedded in my skin that wakes when he’s here. He stirs, caressing my head while I kiss down his abdomen. His fingers tighten in my hair, sending a prickle of pleasure down my spine.
“What … are you doing?” he asks.
“I want you. I need you.”
“Wait, what’s wrong?”
Of course he can tell. I can’t hide from him. I’m absolutely bare despite the coverage of night. It’s so uncomfortable.
“Just let me make you feel good.” My lips don’t meet his stomach again because he tugs on my arm.
