Page 7 of Fragile Kiss (Fragile 2)
Her body’s reaction tightened and squeezed his erection, sending him over the edge. He buried his face in her neck as he came, their arms and legs tangling and bodies writhing together like a current in the ocean—it all came from the depths of their hearts.
They were giving each other the most vulnerable emotions hidden within their souls, emotions that could not be expressed through words.
The late afternoon breeze swirled in from the window and wrapped itself around them, cooling their flushed skin as they lay there catching their breath.
This is too good to be true, Lillian thought.
“What?”
She looked up at him, half of her face squashed against his chest. “What?”
“You said something.”
“Oh.” She giggled nervously. “I thought I’d thought it.”
“What did you say?” Raising his pinky finger, he tickled the bottom of her chin.
“Something secret.”
“Secrets don’t make friends, you know.”
She stuck out her tongue. “I thought that it was too good to be true.”
“What’s too good to be true?”
Lillian just gave him a sarcastic look and winked.
“Oh.” he smiled. “That.”
“Don’t you think so?”
“Maybe.”
“Only maybe?” she squealed.
“Okay, fine. It was great. I’ve wanted to do that for a long time. Since I went to L.A.”
“You haven’t, well, done it since you left?”
His face turned serious. “No, of course not. I didn’t want to except with you.”
The guilt began to creep up again. Did I make the wrong decision? She stared at him, making sure she wasn’t accidentally saying it out loud again. “I didn’t either.” The words felt lame coming from her.
He didn’t say anything, but focused on the window. “The sun’s going down.”
His stomach rumbled loudly; she felt it as she lay there, still half on top of him. “You’re hungry.”
“Aren’t you, after that?”
Lillian felt her face heat back up. “I guess so, yeah. You didn’t have lunch either.”
“How do you know?”
Oops. “I might’ve been listening to your yard work noises all day, and I didn’t hear a silence long enough for you to have eaten anything.”
A tiny smile formed on his lips. “Stalker.”
“Maybe.” She rolled off him and sat up, crossing her legs. The last rays of sun fell across her knees, and Cayden propped himself up on one elbow, transfixed on her. She pretended not to notice because she was more occupied stretching her neck and arms from being intertwined with him for so long. Enjoying the feeling of her muscles stretching and letting loose of the tension, she closed her eyes, arched her back, her weight on her arms behind her.
