CHAPTER TWELVE

Grey

The sun was so bright, the white of the snow reflecting it in a way that made it almost too much to look at. We’d stayed in bed until the last possible moment, while our phones were both chiming every other minute with parents asking where we were and if we were okay. I hadn’t wanted to leave the bubble of laughter and lust we’d created in that studio. It’d been like a dream, and waking up was proving to be a bitch.

I’d been worried things would be weird between us in the light of day. Especially since I had zero experience with the morning after.

I didn’t allow sleepovers, until Luca. But there had been zero weirdness. I made her laugh, and then I made her coffee. She kissed me good morning and demanded I take a shower with her. I’d made her come on my fingers before she dropped to her knees to become better acquainted with my dick and it’s piecing. Today had been as much fun as last night, and I was so fucking bummed it was coming to an end.

Which was why we were sitting inside my car, getting colder by the second, but still not making any move to get out. My hand was wrapped around her thigh and I wanted desperately to pull her into my lap. I didn’t want our time together to end.

“Are we going inside at some point? Or have you decided to live in your car?” She turned to face me, causing my palm to slip even closer to her pussy.

“Careful, baby. I’ll make you ride my hand until everyone inside can here you scream.” I gave into my urge—shocker—pulling her into my lap. “Let’s live in the car. It’s roomy enough and we can order all our meals.”

“That’s actually pretty enticing.” She kissed my neck, making me groan. “Except, I can feel your phone vibrating in your pocket, your poor parents are in there losing their minds. We should go in and put them out of their misery.”

“Walking in there won’t put their minds at ease.” I slid my palms around her back, her skin was my fidget spinner and she didn’t seem to mind. “They’ll see my smirk and your thoroughly satisfied smile and they’ll know that I made you come on repeat.”

“Oh yeah?” Her arms wound around my neck. “Do I look thoroughly satisfied?”

I nodded, taking in her slightly swollen lips from my demanding kisses, and the semi-permanent blush on her cheeks from the stubble on my face. “Thoroughly.”

She giggled, smacking a playful kiss on my lips before throwing open my car door. I helped her climb out when all I wanted to do was demand she stay. Beg for one more day inside that tiny studio apartment with her naked in my arms, in my bed.

Would one more day be enough? I knew the answer. I’d known it from the start.

I reached out grabbing her hand and pulling her to a stop.

No, one more day wouldn’t be enough. I wanted all her days. I wanted to make her laugh in the morning, and make her come when the sun went down.

“Hey, so, I have a crazy idea.” I used my hold on her to bring her closer, cradling her between my thighs. I wasn’t going to let her go without telling her how I felt, what I wanted. Not telling her, it would haunt me forever.

She bit her bottom lip. “Crazier than that thing we tried around three o’clock this morning?”

I chuckled, leaning down to groan into her neck. “Way crazier.” I pulled back, my eyes on hers. I wouldn’t be a pussy about this. “What if we scrap the whole one night that? What if instead it was more like an every night thing? You and me, all the days, all the nights.”

Her gaze narrowed, her fingers tightening in my shirt. “You want to see me again. And only me. Is that what you’re saying?”

I nodded. “I think so, yes.”

“You think so?” Her smile dimmed.

Shit. I didn’t mean that to sound unsure. I wasn’t unsure, I was the opposite of that. “I’ve never done this before. I’ve never wanted to do this.” I rested my forehead against hers. “But the thought of never seeing you again, never kissing you, never talking to you. I don’t know, it doesn’t feel good. It feels, shitty.”

“You like me.” I nodded, not sure how to explain that I more than liked her. We’d just met, love seemed ridiculous. It was more than like though, it was obsession or infatuation. “I like you too.”

I let out a breath, not even aware I’d been holding it. “So, you want to keep liking me and then like, not liking anyone else?” I wouldn’t share her, I couldn’t. The thought of her with anyone else sort of made me feel stabby.

“Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?”

“Don’t say girlfriend.” I licked along the seam of her lips. “I want to do not friendly things to you over and over until you can’t remember your own name. Just my girl. Do you want to be mine?”

“Do you want to be mine?”

I whispered against her lips, “More than I ever thought I could ever want anything.”

“I want to be yours too.”