Page 145 of Fake As Puck
“I was going to say perfect.”
“It was terrifying but okay, I guess a little perfect.”
“I couldn’t figure out what the hell the guys were talking about this morning, but. It finally makes sense. They must’ve known what you were planning.”
She watches me put the puzzle pieces together and smiles.
Inside our room, I turn to face her, and for a moment we just look at each other.
This is the first time we’ve been alone since everything changed. Since she stood in front of my entire family and told me she lovesme. Since I kissed her in front of everyone and didn’t care who was watching.
“Hi,” she says softly.
“So we’re really doing this.”
“I’m terrified,” she admits.
“Good terrified or bad terrified?”
“Do you want me to move in with you?”
I smile at those words as I reach for her face. “You have no idea how happy I am to hear that question. Yes, I want that, Liv. I want that more than anything.”
I kiss her like I’ve been holding back for years.
Which I have been.
She responds immediately, her arms going around my neck, and for a moment we’re just kissing in the middle of our hotel room like we can’t get close enough to each other.
“I love you, Olivia Rodriguez. I’m completely, stupidly, embarrassingly in love with you.”
“I’m completely, stupidly, embarrassingly in love with you too.”
We move to the bed slowly, taking our time with each other. There’s no rush now, no sense that this might be our only chance.
This is the beginning, not the end.
Every touch is softer than it’s ever been between us. Every kiss tastes like promises. Every whisper sounds like forever.
We take each other’s clothes off. I kiss her entire body, feeling myself fall apart just for her. When I thrust into her, my heart cracks open. I never want this with anyone else but her. Watching her, feeling her, hearing her… I fall a little more with each movement, sound, and touch.
When I make her orgasm with my fingers, I feel her walls spasm around me. It’s earth shattering, ground shaking, and the top best moment of my life as I come deep inside of her.
“I’ve never felt more sure about anything,” I tell her afterward, when we’re tangled together in the sheets and her head is on my chest.
“About us?” she questions.
“Yes. About you. About us. About wanting this to work.”
She’s quiet for a moment, tracing patterns on my chest with her finger.
“I already have my flight booked to LA,” she says finally.
My chest sinks. “When?”
“Tomorrow.”
“But you just…”
