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Connor thrives on order and rules, so it’s really no wonder his features have arranged themselves perfectly. They wouldn’t dare do otherwise.
“I don’t have an inner child. Even as an actual child, I had an inner adult.”
“This will definitely ruin our beautiful friendship.” I push my hips forward. I need to feel him. I need friction. I need something. Connor lets out a dark chuckle. “We were never fucking friends,” he says as he straightens himself, palm on my throat, sliding it up and down with an almost reverent expression on his face.
There’s a hopeful look in Jamie’s eyes as he puts himself out there. He sees something he wants and goes for it, which makes him so much braver than I’ve ever been. There’s a lightness in his gaze as he looks at me. It’s always been there. Ever since we met.
I don’t do well with bright lights like Jamie. I have a history of dimming them with my presence.
Do not even think about it, Connor. You need two letters. N and o. Now get them out of your mouth. “You’re on.” Wrong order, you fucking idiot.
“I don’t really like people,” he says before he meets my gaze. “But I like you. Why is that?” He looks startled by his own admission. “I like you, too,” I say. I’m going to ignore the question, since I don’t have an answer to that.
Instead of answering me, he moves closer and kisses me, in the back of my brother’s truck, under the tapestry of stars. It’s not a promise to give it a chance. But I’ll take it for now.
This day is not going according to plan. It doesn’t matter. Because I’m kissing Jamie. And when I’m kissing Jamie, the world gets just a tiny bit quieter. And I fit just a tiny bit better.
He lifts his head, gaze locking with mine. The look in his eyes is almost too intense to bear. I wrap my arms tighter around Jamie and just hold him because I don’t know what else to do.
Jamie is an earthquake. With him, there’s no equilibrium or stillness. And I don’t mind.
He’s both biting sarcasm and unexpected sweetness. He’s storm clouds and kindness. Cutting words and tenderness. Sharp edges and soft touches.
“I told my family I was seeing you.” “Like one would see a ghost?”
That’s the thing with Jamie. When I’m with him, I feel good. When I’m with him, I don’t feel out of place. When I’m with him, I feel comfortable in my own skin. He takes me the way I am, and I do the same.
Real romance is made up of everyday moments. It’s laughing together at inside jokes only the two of you understand. It’s hugs after a shitty day and having somebody in your corner even when you screw up. It’s talking about your day over dinner and creating traditions for the two of you. It’s arguing and making up. It’s being together through thick and thin, glorious days and boring moments because your life is better with him.”
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he says hoarsely. I shake my head and thread my fingers through the hair at the back of his head, pulling him closer until our foreheads are pressed together. His hot breath tickles over my lips as I lock eyes with him. “No. I’m going to be the life of you.”
The moment extends between us, peaceful and surreal as everything settles into place inside me in this new world of mine, where I’m definitely, one hundred percent in love with Jamie Ford.
“My greatest hits. Starting from you’re hired and ending with I love you.” “And everything else in between,” I say.
