" Tell me you don't love me, and I won't ever show you my face. Push me away so hard that I'd stumble to even look at you. " He leaned closer to my face. " Push me before I kiss you, before I cherish every inch of you. " His palm traced my waist.
I...
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VESTA'S POV.
I needed to talk to someone about what happened with Dr. Kim before I combusted from the inside out.
Which is how I found myself sitting across from my best friend Anna at a corner booth in our favorite coffee shop, chewing my lip anxiously as I struggled to find the right words.
"Okay, you're killing me here." Anna finally said, leaning forward. "What's got you so wound up? Did something happen with Miguel?"
I exhaled shakily. "Not exactly."
Diving right in, I recounted in my inner tones the bathroom incident when I accidentally walked in on Dr. Kim fresh from the shower.
And , not to forget how I was almost cuddled up and pressed against his body last night. This was seriously insane now. I didn't even protest.
How shameless of me.
Anna's eyes went comically wide, but I pressed on before I lost my nerve. I explained her tit to bit that happened yesterday.
"And then later, he ended up falling asleep against my body. " My throat went dry as I remembered the building tension, the stealing glances and the way his head rested upon my shoulder.
The almighty knows what was roaming in my mind that I didn't pull away or protest. Neither when he was commencing closer in the kitchen.
"Shut the front door!" Anna threw her head back with a loud cackle that drew annoyed looks from other patrons. She didn't seem to care one bit. " You had these moments with your boyfriend's hot step father , Ves. I swear. "
My cheeks flamed hotter as I watched her utterly delighted reaction. "Will you keep your voice down?" I hissed. "This is serious. It was extremely inappropriate, not to mention a total lapse in judgment on my part."
"Oh don't give me that," Anna tutted, waving a dismissive hand. "You're young, sexy, and you landed yourself one hell of a DILF. I'd be celebrating if I were you. "
"Anna !" I slapped a hand over her mouth, annoyed by her shameless statement. "This is so not like that. I love Miguel. And Dr. Kim well he's-."
I trailed off, trying to ignore the way my heartrate kicked up at just the thought of his name. The reckless thrill of being desired - truly seen and wanted - by an older, distinctly masculine man like him.
Why am I acting like one of the female leads from Anna's book now?
Abrupt.
Pulling my hand away, Anna wiggled her sculpted brows. "He's what? Insanely sexy? Makes your hormones go crazy ? Makes your toes curl just looking at him?"
"You're the worst. " I muttered, averting my gaze. Because yes, all of those things were undeniably true. But they were also utterly irrelevant when measured against my commitment to Miguel.
