Page 60 of Waiting Forever
Kensington
HE SITS ON the edge of the bed, facing me. He looks so sexy with his shirt off, his tan skin taut over his muscles, his jeans still unbuttoned.
I don’t miss how he doesn’t try to touch me, and I feel sick. How did things go from where they were to this—us apart?
“What is it?” I ask, hesitant, wishing I wasn’t grossed out by the thought of being in his bed. I should have just insisted we stay in here. Not that it would have stopped us from reaching this point. It was only a matter of time before my thoughts went to the recent past and his long list of bedded females.
“How would you feel about moving?” he asks in a cautious tone.
Oh, God. He’s kicking me out. “You mean like to a dorm?”
“No. Hell no. You’re not moving into a dorm. Why would you say that—oh.” His gaze turns thoughtful, then he laughs. “I’m talking about us. How would you feel about moving somewhere else with me?”
“Locally?” I can’t leave. I just enrolled in school.
“Downtown.” He scoots a little closer to me.
Some of my tension eases. I consider the distance from campus to our parents’ office. I was there only once, two years ago. Nathan didn’t know. My dad was in town working, and Mom and I tagged along as an excuse to visit Disney World.
“Where downtown?” Does he have a place in mind?
“I’ve been thinking about it for a while, but I didn’t want to throw you off, since you just moved here. I have a few high-rise condos in mind. Each have full amenities. A gym, a pool, a game room, and a movie theater room. It’s nothing like what we have here, but it’d be ours.”
“Ours.” I can’t stop a smile from forming. “I like that idea a lot.” It would fix a huge problem in our lives that involves this house. “But only if it’s what you want.”
“I told you I’ve been thinking about it for a while. I’d even mentioned it to Harper before you arrived. She didn’t like the idea, but I wanted a new start. And this house”—he glances around the room—“holds a lot of memories I need to move past.”
Memories of his friends and his life before he lost them. I only know what my parents told me. I’m sure Nathan has a much deeper version and I hate that he’s still suffering. I can see the hurt on his face even now. To know I had added to the pain a moment ago…
I snuggle up to his side and rest my head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry for what happened just now, and for what happened before with your friends. I don’t like seeing you sad. I love your smile, remember?”
He wraps his arm around my waist. “I love your smile, too. I’m sorry I hurt you with what I did when you first arrived. I won’t do that to you ever again. I promise.” He kisses my forehead.
“And I won’t bring up the past again.” I lift my face to look at him. “Does this mean we’re moving?”
“It means we’re going condo-shopping.”
Excitement whirls through me. “When?”
“That eager, huh?”
“Maybe I just want you all to myself.”
He drags in a deep breath and closes his eyes with reverence. “So I haven’t lost you?”
“What? No. We hit a rough patch. We used to fight plenty when we were younger. We always get over it, eventually.”
He draws me closer and kisses my temple. “I like this. It’s like we’re already in a relationship and we haven’t even had sex.”
I giggle and tease, “A first for you, huh?”
He smiles but the look in his eyes is serious. He cups my cheek and draws me to his lips. The kiss is beautiful, meaningful, and so incredibly romantic.
I sigh and open my mouth wider, letting his tongue go deeper. He slides me onto his lap and my pelvis meets his hard erection. Is that all it takes with him?
I glide my hands up his chest, over his smooth muscles, and down his back. His skin is warm under my palms. He rocks his hips and I moan, loving the feel of him between my legs. Our breathing grows heavy and desire blooms inside me like an unending flame.
All the movement causes my dress to slip to my waist. I wiggle my hands free from the straps and secure my arms around his neck. My bare breasts press against his firm chest.
