Page 83 of Clinically Delicious
For a moment, he just stared at me, like he couldn’t quite believe what I’d said.
Then his mouth curved into a smile. A real smile, not the almost-smile or the hint-of-amusement smile, but an actual, genuine, devastating smile that made my heart do a full gymnastics routine.
“Come with me,” he murmured, taking my hand. And before I could second-guess myself. Before I could spiral into anxiety about all the ways this could go wrong, he led me down the hallway.
Away from Megan’s room.
Toward his...Oh my God.
This is happening. This is actually happening. I’m going to Gabriel Lyon’s bedroom. I’m going to—Oh God, I’m definitely going to say something embarrassing. Or do something embarrassing. Or both. Probably both. Maybe I should warn him? “Hey, just so you know, I’m a disaster and I’m probably going to ruin this somehow.”
No. No, don’t say that. That’s not sexy. That’s the opposite of sexy.
Just—just try to be normal. Try to be a normal person who does normal things like going to her boss’s bedroom after he kisses her in the hallway.
Totally normal.
Completely normal.
This is fine.
We reached his door, and he paused, his hand on the handle.
He turned to look at me, his expression serious.
“Last chance,” he said quietly. “If you want to change your mind.”
“I don’t,” I interrupted, surprising myself with how steady my voice sounded.
Okay, that’s a lie. My voice was definitely not steady. But at least I got the words out.
His eyes searched mine for a moment, and then he opened the door.
And led me inside.
The door closed behind us with a soft click, and suddenly we were alone.
In Gabriel Lyon’s bedroom.
Oh my God.
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.
This is real. This is actually real.
I’m in Gabriel Lyon’s bedroom, and he’s looking at me like—like—He crossed the distance between us in two steps, his hands coming up to frame my face, and kissed me again.
Slower this time. Deeper. Like he had all the time in the world, and he was going to use every second of it to completely undo me.
Mission accomplished.
I am officially undone.
Completely, utterly, devastatingly undone.
My hands found his chest again, fingers curling into his shirt, and I kissed him back with everything I had.
All the want I’d been trying to suppress.
