Leah Mitchell isn't the same shy, poor girl anymore. Now a college student, she is enjoying her life in the city and the freedom she longed for. She works hard and knows her worth. She has it all, but her heart aches for the only person from her pas...
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The light is dim in Brian's kitchen-slash-living room. I'm leaning against the kitchen counter, watching him make some coffee.
The black shirt he's wearing hugs his sculpted torso, clinging to his lean muscles. My gaze travels down to Brian's forearms and then to his wrists, and finally, the fingers. The ring I'd given him is still there, and warmth floods my chest.
"Stop checking me out, babe," Brian says. His eyes stay trained on the mugs in front of him. How did he know?
Before I have a chance to reply, Brian turns around and smiles broadly at me. "Busted!"
"You shouldn't be so pretty, O'Brien," I say, cocking my head to the side.
"I'm not pretty, Kitten. I'm a dude. A handsome one, maybe."
"And modest, but his kisses are average."
Brian steps forward and wraps his arms around me. "My little liar. And you'd better stop talking about kisses and shit because I need to drink that coffee to show you my average bedroom skills."
A chuckle leaves my lips as I reach for the mug. I give it to Brian and grab the other one for me.
He takes a sip, looking at me over the rim, with one of his arms wrapped loosely around my waist.
We don't break eye contact and say nothing while drinking the coffee, just study each other in comfortable, relaxing silence.
Unlike many other times in the past, this time, I don't have to wonder what's on Brian's mind. Insignificant as they might seem, the things he said to me at the promenade were a huge deal.
The Brian I used to know wouldn't have talked about his anxiety openly, and he surely wouldn't have mentioned the classmate's comment. The guy I'm looking at now is more honest about his worries and feelings.
Brian rests his empty mug on the counter and takes mine from my hands to do the same. My eyes close when he hugs my shoulders. Hard and warm, his body presses against mine, caging me in between the counter and him.
Brian's lips brush against the column of my neck softly, slowly, leaving a wet trail when he kisses me harder, licking the skin there.
I caress Brian's forearms with my fingertips. My touch gives him goosebumps, and he trembles, pausing with his lips on me, his ragged breaths blanketing my skin.
Swiftly, he moves his hands to my behind and hoists me up until I have no choice but to wrap my legs around Brian's waist while he carries me to his bedroom.
It's dark, but Brian doesn't turn on the lights. I glance at the bed covered with a gray comforter, but Brian's plans are different.
He sits me on his desk, next to the pile of textbooks, and puts his hands on either side of me, leaning forward until our faces are an inch apart, and his breaths mingle with mine.
