Page 128 of Friends Like This

I don’t care.

I really don’t.

Because kissing Jesse feels good. And I’m feeling better than I have in weeks or maybe months. Jesse is the perfect distraction. I’m not thinking about why I stayed with Davey for so long, or if something is supposed to happen with Aaron and me. This is hot, sexy kissing. And who knows? Maybe more. Because while I may be the girl who wants the epic romance, if I can’t have it right now, I want fun. That’sexactlywhat Jesse is. And for the moment, he’s fulfilling all the needs—and wants—I have.

I’m starting to grind on him a bit, but by the way his hands are snaking up my back and into my hair, I don’t think he minds.

I pull back a little. “Should we stop?”

He looks me in the eye, then says, “Yeah, that way we can drive back to my house and continue this in my bedroom.”

My eyes go wide, but then he kisses me again.

And I can’t lie.

I want to.

“We can’t make it obvious,” I pant in his ear.

“You’re sure you want to?” he asks me.

“I don’t know exactly what I want, or how far I want to go, but I think I’d like to go further than this.”

I’m not sure if I want to have sex with Jesse. But the idea of him being shirtless and me being without a bra and our hands doing some exploring soundssogood right about now.

We stop kissing, then head over to Mackie, Hyla, and Trevor.

“Hot tub?” I ask.

They all nod.

We head back to the house, and while Trevor, Hyla, and Mackie head to the hot tub, Jesse and I start making snacks.

By which I mean we dump snacks on a sheet tray and then go straight to his bedroom.

As soon as his bedroom door closes, I strip his shirt off.

My heart pounds.

I have no idea what the hell I’m doing.

But then again,what am I doing?has pretty much become my motto lately.

I know he won’t push me if I decide I don’t want to do anything else. But the surprising thing is that I think I do. I know I just broke up with Davey. There’s all thismaybe-what-ifshit with Aaron. And yet, I’m enjoying this. My brain is finally shutting up. I can relax and do whatever I want.

Whatever I want.

I smirk at Jesse.

Right now, I want him.

I run my hands down his chest, and we start kissing again as we tumble onto his bed.

He quickly removes my shirt, and we resume our intense kissing as our hands explore the unclothed parts of our bodies. His warm skin feels so good against mine, and I realize kissing was what I’d been missing out on as my relationship with Davey crashed and burned. I could’ve been enjoying this sexy, leaves-you-breathless-and-wanting-more after each kiss kind of kissing. Not with Jesse specifically. But I could’ve been doing this withsomeone.

It could be good with someone else, too.

Thankfully, Jesse starts playing around the back of my bra, which draws me from that thought. He grins at me, seemingly asking for permission to remove it. I give him the slightest head nod, and he undoes the hooks and tosses it to the floor.

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