“I don’t know.” I shrug. “Just not this.”
“Is that a good or a bad thing?” He quirks a brow.
“A good thing.” I smile. “A very, very good thing.”
“In that case,” he leans in, sliding his nose against mine, “I’ll take it.”
His lips close over mine and he kisses me in a way that makes me feel like he’s been kissing me my whole life. Like he’s spent years perfecting how to turn me into putty rather than only a few short days.
And while I know it’s completely irrational and way too premature, I can’t help the way my heart swells in my chest. Everything he does, every time he looks at me or smiles at me I feel it.
I don’t have to wonder if I’m falling for Titus. I know I am. I can feel it down to the very depths of my soul. Honestly, I don’t think I could stop it if I tried. And I don’t want to either.
I’ve waited my whole life to feel this way. It’s almost like I’ve been waiting for him.
The way we met was unconventional. Hell, this whole situation is unconventional. But it doesn’t change the way he makes me feel. The things I want when I’m with him. The life I imagine we could have together.
I want it. All of it and so much more.