Chapter Thirteen
Luke
Ifelt like the world'sbiggest asshole.
"Man, what happened?" Travis asked.
"Nothing. I need to go upstairs."
Nodding, he took a step back. I headed straight upstairs, taking the elevator. I'd seen the number of her room when we filled out our forms at reception. I needed to apologize. I didn’t know what the fuck I was thinking, talking to her like that. It had been a douchebag thing to say, and it was unlike me.
There was just something about Megan. She had a pull on me that I couldn’t explain. I knew I had to steer clear of her, but every inch of my body wanted to do the exact opposite.
Reaching her room, I knocked on the door—loudly.
"It's me," I said. "We need to talk."
"We can talk tomorrow," she answered from the other side.
"I don't want to leave things like this, okay? I want to apologize."
I heard footsteps approaching, and a few seconds later, the door swung open.
"Can I come in?" I asked.
She nodded, and I stepped inside. She closed the door behind me, leaning against the wall. I took in a deep breath. The whole room seemed to smell like her.
I looked her straight in the eyes. "Megan, I'm sorry."
"That was a shit thing to say," she said in an earnest voice.
"I know. I apologize. I had no right to ask you that.”
"No, you didn't." Her voice was growing stronger. "It was completely unreasonable."
"Here's the thing," I said, taking a step closer because damn it, I just couldn't help myself. When I was around her, I always wanted to be closer. "I don't feel very reasonable when it comes to you. I saw you with him, and all I could think about was that you’re mine."
She gasped, and her eyes widened.
Fuck me. That mouth. I wanted it. That was mine.Shewas mine. She might not know it, but she was.
"Luke—”
"Every day, when I see you at the office, it's all I can think about." I stepped even closer, putting my hand up on the wall.
She looked at my hand and back at me. "It is?"
"Fuck yes."
I tilted even closer. I was addicted to this woman. “I had this great plan. I wouldn’t make a move on you until the internship ended. But it won’t work.”
Megan put a palm on my chest. She was shaking slightly.
“No, it won’t work at all,” she murmured.
And then I kissed her.
I needed her naked. I wanted to touch every inch of her skin, map it with my hands and my mouth.