Page 118 of Blossoms of the Heart
I had to sit up because I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I never thought he gave any thought to me in between the spaces of time outside our summers. Hearing he did meant everything.
“Thank you.” I couldn’t stop the tear that ran down my cheek, nor the warmth that seeped into my heart and filtered into my soul. “I’ll treasure it forever.”
He smiled and cupped my face. “You are treasure, to me.”
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Tai
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I pretended to look over the pictures we’d taken at the cave, going through the motion of laying each one on my desk.
I scanned over them not really seeing anything because I was watching Phoebe while she spoke to Akito.
That little denim skirt she wore showed off her golden legs, and the camisole top looked like fucking lingerie.
Torture. I’d been turned on since she came to my house on Saturday. Correction, it was more like since I heard she was coming to Japan.
Hard and on the verge of exploding.
I wanted her, wanted to rip her clothes off and consume her. I didn’t know how the fuck I’d been so patient.
Frustration took over and I set my gaze on her.
God, did Akito have to talk so much?
I didn’t think I could wait any longer.
Feeling the intensity of my gaze she turned to me as Akito gushed on about his theories. Phoebe wasn’t paying attention to him. She was looking back at me. Our eyes locked, and even from here I could see the same hungry look in her eyes that I felt.
It wasn’t until Akito called her name that she returned her focus on him.
“I’m going to rush off to a meeting.” Akito beamed.
Good. This was my chance.
The minute Akito left I made my move.
Dashing up the stairs I swooped her up into my arms.
She giggled but I kissed her consuming that mouth of hers I’d had so many fantasies about.
I moved with her around to the other side of the shelves where we could be hidden to do whatever the fuck we wanted.
Jesus Christ I wanted this woman so badly I ached. She tried to speak against my lips but I wouldn’t let her.
She was probably going to say something like someone could walk around here and catch us, to which my answer would have been that I didn’t really care. My needs had to come first today.
I needed her too much. Needed to taste the sweetness of her lips, the sweetness of her.
This business about taking things slow was killing me. It was a tortuous craze of pain that seared through my being.
She gave into me, kissing me back with the same desire and craving.
But this wasn’t enough.
These crazy teenaged make out sessions. We’d gone past that long ago. I was pretty sure last week I’d said there would be lots of fucking and she’d agreed.
