Page 93 of Fake As Puck
“Everything,” I admit.
She smiles in my arms. “Like what?”
I start laughing, still holding her close. “Uh, I don’t think you want to know. You just said you want to take things slow.”
She puts her hand on my chest and says, “I do, but I want to hear what you want.”
I laugh again, looking up at the ceiling. The things this girl does to me. “Okay,” I smile. “One, I want to kiss you.”
“Yeah? And two?” she smiles.
“Two, I want you to sleep in my bed.”
“What about your luxurious guest bedroom?” she asks, concerned. “That bed in there will be awfully lonely.”
“Three,” I roll my eyes at her teasing. “You really want to know?” I question, afraid to say this one aloud.
She nods, searching my face. “Yes. Just say it.”
“I want you to move in.”
“Move in? Are you insane?”
I laugh. “Four.”
“There’s a fourth?” she teases.
“I want you to stay longer. Don’t leave on the eighth. Stay longer.”
She looks at my mouth. “I can’t.”
“Do which one?”
“I can’t stay longer. I haven’t thought about moving in, but I’m okay with number one.”
I sweep her off her feet, and she squeals.
“What about number two?”
She scoffs. “Excuse me, Mr. Carmack, are you trying to sleep with me on our first date?”
I stare at her. Really stare. She’s beautiful. Her eyes glimmer. Her brows are thick. Her cheeks are adorable. Her lips? Shaped from heaven. Her nose is pointy with a perfect arch.
I lean in and kiss her nose.
She pulls back. “You are?”
I pull her closer to me. “I would love to sleep with you, Liv, but I know you want to take things slow, so it’s okay. We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
“But you want to?” she asks.
“I want to when you’re ready.”
“Okay,” she says, leaning into me. “If you think I’m the one, I’m excited to see how long you can wait for me.”
I try to protest, but she quiets my mind with a kiss. A long sweet kiss. One that I don’t get lost in for too long.
When we break apart, she’s smiling.
