Chapter Eleven

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His hand moved to my breast, squeezing and kneading and I sunk my hands deeper into his hair.

"I've wanted to do this for too long, Alicia," he whispered into my mouth and flicked my nipple with his thumb sending shivers up and down my body.

"You did?" His confession makes me pull away from him. I knew there had always been an undeniable chemistry between us. A pull of sorts. I knew I loved him, I was just starting to understand the new nature of my feelings for him.

I can see he's conflicted to elaborate, so he presses a hand behind my back and pulls me back to him.

"How long have you known?" I pressed before getting too lost in him again.

He's regretting his admission, and he is withdrawing from me.

"When did you know?" He asked, and he's done this twice tonight, but I don't want to keep pressing him for information he might not be ready to share with me.

"I think deep down I've always sort of known... but I just didn't see it for what it was." I shrugged. I hope my honesty can help him open up. I want him to know he can be himself around me. "When you kissed me on the porch... I was so scared."

"Why?" He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and presses a kiss on the corner of my mouth. My thoughts turn to mush.

"Because it was hard to switch from viewing you as family to viewing you as something else." He bites my lower lip softly and I reach inside his shirt to glide my fingers in the warm skin there.

I never saw him as only family. Not really. Not the way I should've.

My hand traveled to his pant's zipper and I felt the the strained bulge there. It sent a wave of steady electric bolts to that place between my legs.

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