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Thank God for the elevator because I have no idea how I’d manage stairs in my current state.
As soon as we’re inside the building, Knox stabs the button for my floor and slams me against the back wall, pinning me with his hips.
We’re a frenzy of teeth, tongues, and hands until the elevator doors ping, alerting us to the arrival on our floor.
We practically fall out of the elevator, and Knox refuses to let me go as we stumble down the hallway.
I’m quickly becoming addicted, and the more I want to be in Knox’s arms, the harder it’s going to be when Monday morning inevitably rolls around.
Chapter 31
Knox
Taylor and I spend the first part of the night in a tangle of limbs and tongues, only to hit the shower and start all over again.
When muted, gray sunlight finally begins filtering through his bedroom curtains, it brings a heaviness with it that has nothing to do with the next storm rolling in.
I don’t want him to go.
I’m not done with whatever this is. I don’t want to go back to sleeping alone, coming home to an empty house, using my own hand to get off.
By the time I drop Tay off at his parents’ house to get his car and meet them upon their return, I could damn near crawl out of my skin.
“Hey,” he says, feet tucked under him in my passenger seat as he leans on my center console once I’m parked behind his car in his parents’ driveway. “So, I was thinking maybe I could come back over to your place tonight after dinner? I have to be up early tomorrow to catch my flight, but I want to spend the night with you if you’ll have me.”
“Yes!” I practically shout in the enclosed cab of the truck. Clearing my throat, I try for a slightly more respectable,dignified response. “I mean, you’re always welcome at my house, Taylor.”
He nudges my shoulder with a smile.
“Good, then I can give you a decent goodbye.” Desire licks through my veins, and my face must give it away because Taylor laughs. “Slow down, big boy. I still owe you a proper blowjob.”
I pull him across the center console onto my lap.
“I know it probably makes me sound like a high school girl, but I’ll be counting the hours until you’re back in my arms.”
Taylor snickers. “Well, considering high school wasn’t that long ago for me, at least that’s an analogy I can understand.”
I poke his ribs, knowing he’s ticklish. “Oh, you have jokes, do you?” He twists and turns and writhes on my lap, eventually pushing on the horn, making us both burst into laughter. Collecting myself, I tell him to enjoy his time with his parents and to text me when he’s on his way over.
By the time his text message comes in, I’ve worn pathways through my house. I’ve showered, done laundry, changed the sheets, washed every dish I own…twice, and even done some fucking landscaping.
I’m restless without him.
When his BMW pulls into my driveway, a surge of powerful emotion rips through me, and I greet him as if we’ve already been apart for days instead of a few hours, pulling him into the house and kicking the door closed.
“Hey, I’m just gone until Thursday. I’ll come straight here when I get back.” Taylor laughs as I kiss every inch of him that I can access.
How did my perception of time change so much in ten days? Thursday isforeverfrom now. Four days feels impossible.
Clingy bastard,my brain chastises.
I’ve been gone for Taylor since that first kiss in the bar.
Butfuck. He’ll leave all the time. What if one day, he just doesn’t come back, and I relive my past all over again? That’ll be the end of me.
“Hey, Knox,” Taylor says. “Where’d you go?” He rubs himself against me, and the contact feels almost painful because it’s about to be taken away from me.
I should end this before I allow myself to get hurt by the obvious impermanence of this relationship. All the reasons I shouldn’t have gone down this road are still valid.
