I’m falling for her. And if there’s one thing I’ve learned in both my jobs, it’s that words matter greatly. I run the backs of my fingers across her cheek. “Do you know something, my naughty little minx?”
“What is it?”
“I’m crazy for you.”
Her smile is magnetic. “That’s what I meant to say too. I’m pretty crazy for you.”
“I don’t know what this means for tomorrow, but right now, I don’t want to figure out anything except what it feels like to make love to you. I already know what it’s like to fuck you, but I want to know what this is like too.”
“So do I.”
As she pulls me close, brings me inside her, I have the answer.
It’s everything.
It’s everything I thought I could avoid.
It’s everything I desperately want.
We move as one, our bodies curled together, our skin hot. Her breathing intensifies, and she arches against me, her back bowing spectacularly. I have no words. My throat is arid; my chest is a furnace. When her hands tangle in my hair and she shudders, I’m positive this is the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.
She’s the most beautiful.
Her whimpers and murmurs turn into cries as she tumbles over the edge, and I’m right there with her.
After, as we lay spent and sated, I’m sure I’ve never been this happy, and I’m just as certain we’re going to have to figure out incredibly soon what we’re doing next.
Like in the morning, when we leave to grab a quick breakfast before my softball practice and see a familiar face outside my building.
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“Fancy meeting you here.”
It’s Nick.
He’s with his daughter, and he’s leveling a curious and completely knowing stare my way.
Truly stops in her tracks, flinching, then recovers to smile at the tiny redhead by Nick’s side. “Hey, you!”
“Truly! We’re going to the dog rescue after softball!”
Truly offers up a hand to high-five Skye, sliding perfectly into kid mode. “And you’re going to get Jason the dog today?”
“I hope so. Look at him. Daddy, show Jason to Truly. I mean, please. Please show Jason the dog to Truly.”
Nick grabs his phone and slides his thumb across the screen, sharing a picture of a Chihuahua min-pin mix. “Pretty adorable, right? In spite of the name.”
“Completely adorable. Also, that’s an awesome name,” I second. My voice barely sounds like my own because Nick’s eyes return to me and he’s staring like he has something to say. He turns to his daughter, fishing in his pocket for something then handing her earbuds. “Hey, sweetie. I want you to listen to that new song you like so much. Can you do that right now?”
“Yes! Double yes!” She pops the earbuds in and starts bopping.
Nick looks to me then to Truly, then shakes his head knowingly. “How’s the friend zone working out for you guys?”
Truly shrugs sheepishly. “Not real well, it seems.”
Nick laughs. “Let me give you guys a piece of unsolicited advice. You need to deal with this head-on. I know you didn’t ask. But I’ve been there, done that, on both counts. Falling for a friend and falling for my best friend’s sister. And hey, look at the result.” He ruffles his daughter’s hair as she dances. “And don’t forget my son either. He and Harper popped into the bakery around the corner.”
“I don’t think we’re going to start popping out babies,” Truly jumps in, quickly squashing that notion. “Or popping into bakeries around the corner with them, for that matter.”
“That’s not the point. The point is, if I run into you here on the way to softball practice—and incidentally, we weren’t even stopping at your building—what happens when Malone does the same?”
The image he paints is unappealing. I don’t want to blindside my friend like that.
“Just tell the guy. Also, for the record, everyone has known for the longest time that the two of you have this ridiculous chemistry.”
I blink. “Everyone?”
He rolls his eyes. “Every single one. As in, all of your friends, as in everyone you’ve ever encountered, as in all of New York. In fact, I’d be willing to bet Malone won’t be the least bit surprised.”
“Seriously?” Truly asks.
“Seriously. You guys give off that whole we hate each other, yet we can’t stop flirting vibe, and you’ve given that off since the dawn of time.”
A new voice cuts in. “It is kind of wafting off you.” That’s Harper, who’s arrived with Carson out of thin air, it seems, a bakery bag in her hand. I swear the woman can apparate. “Like, it’s so strong you could bottle it, sell it, and make some serious jack.”
Truly jerks her gaze toward Harper. “How did you do that? Just figure out exactly what we were talking about?”
Harper taps her temple. “Women’s intuition.”
