Page 108 of The Incredible Ordinary

I wait.

With bated breath.

Leaning into him.

“I don’t want to lose you if this doesn’t work out,” he says quietly. He says it like it’s a reluctant confession. Like saying those words is difficult. Like admitting it is difficult.

That takes all the wind out of my sails.

This is what I get for not thinking things through. For reacting without considering every angle. I usually don’t do this. Sometimes. It always ends in a monumental fuckup.

Now I’m nervous. Now the stakes have been spelled out. I suddenly wish I could turn back time and keep my mouth shut. Shut and, most crucially, off his.

He looks deep into my eyes. Sees me.

“What do we do now?” he asks in a low voice, like he’s reading my mind.

I don’t have an answer. Instead, I close the gap between us, erasing the last few inches that separate our lips.

His hand goes to the back of my head, gently cradling while his lips do the talking.

Want you. Want you. Want you.

He groans and our bodies collide. Bedsheets rustle as I scramble forward to meet him. He presses his body against me, and I reply by pressing my body to his. My hands go to his cheeks.

We kiss like we’re starving. Like nothing exists butthis. My mouth on his. His lips on mine. His arm snakes around my waist, then travels up my back until he’s clutching my shoulder from behind, still pulling me closer.

He falls onto his back, and I tumble on top of him. Now our lips are fused and bodies aligned, not an inch of space between us.

Nothing else matters.

I breathe out his name, and he moans.

He bites down on my lower lip, and a broken sound escapes me. It makes him groan and buck against me.

He’s hard.

It should feel strange. Foreign. Unfamiliar.

It makes my toes curl and flaming hot shivers prickle over my skin.

My hands scramble for his waist, and I slide my fingers over the bare skin.

He wrenches his mouth away, panting harshly.

I try to seek out his lips again.

“Wait,” he says. “Wait.” The breathless cadence of his voice makes my cock jump.

My fingers stop their exploration, and I freeze, blinking and trying to figure out what happened.

“What?” I look around, trying to find the distraction that stopped him from giving me more.

He closes his eyes and draws in a couple of deep, slow breaths before he looks at me again.

His eyes move from my face to my chest, where our bodies are still glued together, then back up to my face.

“We need to cool it,” he says.