Page 53 of Time Loops & Meet Cutes
“So do I.” My breath hitches, and I trail a fingertip over his jaw. Does this feel familiar to him? “We’ll make new memories soon.”
Memories that he’ll have for just a few hours before they disappear, leaving only the faintest impression behind.
The thought is bittersweet.
This time, we don’t have dessert. No, we end up away from the crowds, against a brick wall, as soon as we finish our tteokbokki and poutine.
Cam leans forward, then pulls back. “It’s odd, knowing I’ve done it before, but…”
“It’s okay.” I smile at him reassuringly. “I keep coming back for more. I keep choosing to kiss you over and over—”
His mouth crashes down on mine, and he presses me against the wall. Despite how many times we’ve kissed, often right in this very place, I squeak in surprise before I wrap my arms around him and pull him close.
“It seems impossible that I could forget this,” he murmurs.
“You kiss like you remember.”
He nips at my throat, in a way he discovered I like about a dozen days ago, and I groan. My desire to get closer to him is even stronger than usual. I paw at his clothes and finally slide my hands up his chest.
It’s still not enough.
Cam’s hand slips below the neckline of my shirt and into my bra, and I nearly see stars.
“More,” I plead. While he knows the truth, I want to experience everything I can with him. We don’t have all the time in the world; no, there’re only about six hours until he forgets again.
Frustratingly, he pulls his head back, just enough for me to see that this usually cheerful man has a decidedly wicked smile on his face. His thumb brushes over my nipple, and I gasp. I want those fingers between my legs.
And for the first time, he obliges.
He unbuttons my jeans, and I swear he’s lowering that zipper in slow motion. I’m so desperate that I can hardly stand it. At last, he slides his hand into my panties.
“I’ve never done this before?” he asks.
“No.”
One finger penetrates me. Then another.
Oh my god.
With his other hand, he slides down the top of my shirt and bra, just enough to bare one nipple to the night air. Faintly, I can hear music and laughter from the night market, but here, it’s just us. I’m wouldn’t normally want to be so exposed in public, but I’m beyond caring. Cam has his mouth on my breast, his fingers inside me, and it’s bliss. I arch against him, trying to get more.More.
I’ve wanted this for so long, from this man who gives me his number no matter what I look like, no matter what weird conversation we have about me being an heiress or stuck in a time loop…
I squirm as his fingers slide in and out, his thumb on my clit.
“Fuck. Noelle,” he says.
My nipples stiffen even more as a light breeze caresses my skin.
I wish I could come from being touched like this, but unfortunately, knowing my body, no matter how skilled he is, this won’t quite be enough.
“Do you… do you want to come home with me?” I ask.
“Yes,” he says immediately.
My body sings with joy, but I need to be sure he understands. “The next time you see me, you won’t remember. You’re okay with that?”
“It’s not ideal, but yes. Whatever tomorrow brings, I just want you… tonight.”
