Page 75 of Victorious: Part 2
Only her.
Only this.
When we finally pull apart, we’re both breathing hard, and the air between us hums with electricity. Her lips are swollen, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes. God, her eyes are full of wonder and something that looks dangerously close to falling.
Maybe we already have.
“So…” she says, her voice slightly breathless. “About that bed situation.”
“What about it?”
“I think we should definitely share.”
Fuck. Yes.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure about a lot of things right now.” Her hand finds my chest, right over my heart, which is beating so hard, I’m surprised it’s not visible through my shirt. “I’m sure I want to be here with you. I’m sure I’m tired of overthinking everything. And I’m sure that if you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to do something that’s going to make sharing this bed alotmore interesting.”
Jesus Christ, this woman is going to be the death of me.
“Clover…”
“Phoenix…” Her voice is soft but sure. “I know what I want. The question is, do you want it too?”
What I want is to lay her down on this bed and show herexactly how much I want her. What I want is to forget about everything outside this room and focus on the way she’s looking at me as if I’m something special.
What I want isher.
“Yeah,” I say, my voice rougher than I intended. “I want it too.”
The smile that spreads across her face is pure sunshine, and when she leans in to kiss me again, I stop thinking about consequences and start thinking about possibilities.
Chapter Seventeen
PHOENIX
Three days of stolen moments and interrupted touches, all of it comes rushing back as her hands find my hair and I pull her closer.
“God, I’ve missed this,” she breathes out against my lips, and the admission sends heat straight through me.
“Missed what?” I ask, even though I know.
I just want to hear her say it.
“This. You. The way you make me feel like I’m going to spontaneously combust.”
I laugh, low and rough. “That makes two of us.”
She shifts closer, and suddenly she’s straddling my lap, laptop forgotten somewhere behind us. The new position makes everything more intense, more real. Her thighs brace my hips, and when she rocks forward slightly, we both groan.
“Clover…”
“Don’t,” she says, her voice firm despite the breathlessness. “Don’t overthink this, Phoenix. We’ve been dancing around it for three days. Getting ourselves off rather than each other. We’re here, we’re safe, we’re together. That’s all that matters right now.”
She’s right.
The distance from LA, from the immediate threat, from everyone’s expectations, it’s giving us something we’ve never had before.
