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You’re such a dork!
But a loveable dork, right?Oddly enough, her opinion matters.
Very.Then she replies,Is this your way of saying you’re watchingStar Wars?
Is this your way of saying you want to have phone sex with me?I can almost imagine her face turning that cute shade of pink it goes whenever she’s embarrassed. It’s sexy as hell.
Goodnight, Kyle. :)
Too bad we won’t be the only ones at the cottage this weekend.
Or maybe it’s just as well.
Sex between us will complicate everything. One-night stands are one thing. I’m used to those. Beyond that, Gabby was my first girlfriend and then my wife.
And the last thing I’m looking for right now is another relationship. Not when I need to focus on my future.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Sofia
The apartment door buzzes. “I’ll get it,” I call out, even though as far as Muumu’s concerned, I could have said “there’s a pink unicorn at the door.”
Kyle’s standing in the doorway, wearing jeans and a t-shirt, but the t-shirt hugs his body in a way that makes me want to rip it off him. Not because it saysNever trust an atom. They make up everythingand I want the t-shirt (which I do!). Not because I want to see his ripped muscles without the impediment, though I’m not complaining if this happens. It’s because I want to be the one touching his body, his skin.
Although from the way his gaze roamsmybody, barely hidden under the white tank top and denim shorts, it’s obvious he’s thinking the same.
Yes, the lines of our friendship have definitely become fuzzy. Fuzzy in the least scary way.
“Hey.” I pick up my duffel from the floor near the door. “Hei, hei, Muumu.” Joni already explained to her that I’m spending the weekend with some friends. I didn’t mention that it included Kyle—my supposed boyfriend—but I got the idea she figured it out on her own.
Muumu responds, either telling me to have a great time or telling me that Stockmann is having a special on kitchen knives.
Or since Mom decided to go along with my lie—after much begging on my part—and Muumu still thinks Kyle is my boyfriend, she might’ve been warning Kyle to keep his man parts to himself.
Who knows?
Shutting the door, I step into the hallway. I barely have time to turn around before I find myself in Kyle’s arms, his lips on mine. My bag slides to the floor and my arms, on their own accord, loop around his neck. The electrified buzz I felt the other day, when he touched my arm in the parking lot, hums through my body. Equally on its own accord, my body presses against his.
I open my mouth and welcome him inside. It’s been four days since we last kissed, but it seems like forever. I breathe in his ocean scent and get lost in him and the feel of his tongue stroking mine. But just as things get heated between us, Kyle pulls back and pushes his hand through his hair as he looks away. The dark curls wrap around his fingers. His hand continues south and he rubs the back of his neck, deep in thought.
“We should get going,” he says after several seconds. He picks up my bag and walks down the stairs. I hurry after him, confused at the sudden change in him.
“Is something wrong?” I say.
“No, why would you ask?”
“I don’t know. It’s just that we were kissing back there, and it was feeling good, very good”—I’m not sure why I’m saying any of this, other than lying isn’t my forte, and the words are tumbling out—“and you suddenly stopped.”
He pauses. “What? You wanna have sex in the hallway?”
I’m not sure if I should laugh or be concerned at how he didn’t answer the question. But since I don’t want to ruin the weekend by pushing him to talk about something he obviously doesn’t want to talk about, I let it slide. “Good point.”
I almost expect him to jump on how I responded to his question. I didn’t say Ididn’twant to have sex with him. But if he caught that, he doesn’t let on.
Heck, I don’t even know if he wants to have sex with me. We’ve kissed a lot, he’s gone down on me, but he’s never indicated he wants to go further than that.
At his car, he loads my bag into the trunk before we climb into the vehicle. “True or false,” I say as we drive along the road out of Vantaa. “You have a huge crush on Princess Leia, back when she was in the originalStar Warsmovies.”
