Page 81 of My Secret Snowflake
“Just a few more minutes kissing, and then let’s go to my apartment.” He lays me down on the bed and scoots in next to me. “Maybe we should always sleep in a single bed.”
“Not if you want to get any sleep,” I say. “I’m a restless sleeper.”
“I’m not planning on a lot of sleep tonight.” He pulls me close to him, so I’m lying half on top of him. His heart is beating so fast as he caresses my back.
“Mmm.” I arch against him. His lips claim mine again. All I want is Sebastian and his teasing, tender touch.
Chapter twenty-one
Sebastian
Irisissleepingsoundlystill, her dark hair spread across my pillow.
Her eyelashes are so dark against her pale skin. Her lips are still full from all the kissing last night.
I’m falling way too quickly.
This is probably a weakness of my happily single plan—that I’m way too vulnerable now because I’ve been solitary for so long. I should be less vulnerable, though, because I’m fine on my own.
But I’m even better with Iris. Last night was everything.
Sneaking out of my parents’ house and back to mine, I felt like a randy teenager again. But one who was very happy I was not and had my own apartment.
I want to smooth back Iris’s hair from her face again and kiss her awake and start all over again now that I know what makes her arch her back in delight.
But she looks so cute sleeping.
I pull the cover up over her bare shoulder.
Iris opens her eyes, and I kiss her firmly on the lips.
“Morning,” I say.
“Hmm.” She stretches. “Morning.”
I run my fingers through her hair. It’s so soft.
“I have to run to the bathroom, but hold that thought,” she says. She grabs a T-shirt from the floor.
She comes back, looking like a cat that ate the cream. “Do you know what I remembered?”
“What?” I ask.
“That you still haven’t told me what you were thinking when you hoisted me through the window. And now we’re not just colleagues…and we’re more than friends,” she says.
“Definitely more than friends,” I say. “But I don’t think I should tell you. Right now, you have a good opinion of me.”
She bites her lip. “We’ll see. I think I have my ways of getting it out of you.”
She crawls back into the bed and straddles me.
“I’m definitely intrigued,” I say.
And then she tickles me. I squirm, weakening, but tighten my abs.
“Surrender?” she asks.
“Not on your life.” We wrestle, and she ends up below me, her cheeks flushed, and I can’t help kissing her again. When we come back up for air, I tenderly brush her hair out of her face. She’s so gorgeous.
