From the Bookshelf of Turning Pages At Midnight…

‘“You’re not a horrid kisser, are you?” Her hand flies to her mouth. “Oh my God. That’s it. You kiss in some weird way,” she says as she takes her hand off her mouth.
“That just earned you serious proof of the opposite. Because I promise you, I will kiss you in the only way you should be kissed.”
“What way is that?”
I gaze into her eyes, move my hips against her thigh so she can feel more of me, then say, “A real kiss should get you wet.”
She gasps, and I dip my mouth to hers and kiss the sound away.’

‘“No. I’m not pissed,” I say, and I wrap my hand around hers and uncurl her fingers, then I slam her body against mine. “I’m not pissed. I’m fucking turned on. Because I’d have to be insane not to be attracted to you,” I tell her in a harsh whisper.
Her eyes light up like sparklers. Like I’ve said the one perfect thing. Her irises dance with mischief and joy.
“You are?” All that anger is stripped from her tone. She’s soft and feathery, and that voice wafts over me and makes me want her even more. Makes me want to hear her say other things in that voice.’

“What do you want?”
I curl my hand around the back of her head and tug her down to me. Her lips hover inches from mine. I thought I didn’t want sex and sympathy. I was right on that account. I want sex and something else, though.
Sex with her. Sex with feelings. Sex with the only woman I’ve ever felt this way for. I whisper in her ear, “You.”

‘“It’s so good,” I echo, though that adjective feels insufficient for what this has become.
“Everything is with you,” she says, and when I wrap my arms tighter around her back, she snuggles into me.
“Every single thing,” I say.
I love every goddamn thing in the universe, and I am the happiest bastard in the world right now, here, in this room, with the woman I have fallen for.
That’s what this is. That’s what the alphabet soup spells.
I’ve broken the biggest ground rule of all.
I’ve fallen in love with my best friend.’