Page 46 of Whispered Promises
I groan in approval against her skin, and her fingers dig into my chest as she presses closer into me.
“Nate,” she pants, and I lunge in, needing to feel how my name tastes as she moans for me.
“Say that again,” I bite out, almost feral, but she doesn’t shy away.
“Nate—”
I drink it down. Fucking right, it’s perfect.
Her mouth. Her tongue. Her taste.
She’s it for me. I know it.
NINETEEN
ROSY
The water cascading around me starts to cool, pulling me from my mind. Shaking out of my lost thoughts, I tug my hand back from touching my lips…again.
I swear I can still feel his pressed against mine.
Fumbling with a towel, I quickly dry off and head back into my room to socialise with Moshi for a bit.
My thoughts remain distracted, feeling excited anticipation about spending time with them. It’s been a few days since I was at their place for dinner, and I’ve found it’s been lonelier than I expected without their company. They’ve all kept in contact, which is surprisingly sweet.
Nate’s daily messages have had me smiling each morning and night, which feels weird in itself. I’ve never been a morning person, too exhausted and drained to have the energy for anything more than forcing my body through the motions. But his messages inject a giddy energy into me that’s addictive.
Bry has been sending me different recipe ideas he thinks I might like, and pics of the daily dishes he’s made. It’s obvious the care and pride he takes in it, and it’s infectious. Everything he makes has this pride surging through me too.
I’ve been excited since Noah messaged, sending me a link to a book he thought we should buddy read. Before I could get worried about finding the time to read it, he also sent me the link to the audio version. He’s so steadfast and quiet, not in a shy way but in a more observant kind of quiet. I’m hoping that having the book for us to work through together will help me get to know him more. Each piece of information I learn about him feels special; or maybe it’s the way he looks at me that makes me feel that way.
My phone vibrates, and I roll my eyes, already knowing who it will be.
SunshineMax
Where you at, Princess Peachikins? I’m hungry. Bry won’t let me eat anything until you get here. I swear he’s a closet sadist.
It’s like he knew my mind strayed to the others, and he refused to let me forget him. I don’t think I could even if I tried.
I swear he tries to come up with the worst pet names he can think of, but secretly, I’d be disappointed if he stopped.
Me
I died and have been reincarnated into a mayfly with only minutes left to live. I won't be able to make it in time…you’ll have to go on without me.
An indelicate snort bursts from me at my response. I’d never have considered sending something so weirdly silly to someone before, but it’s automatic with Max. He embraces and matches the ridiculousness; it’s refreshing.
Keeping a hold of the floaty feeling of embracing myself, I grab another treat from the bag on my lap and slowly extend it to Moshi.
“Okay, last one, then I have to go. You’ve had me distracted for longer than planned with that cute face of yours,” I tell him, watching as he locks onto the tasty snack in my fingers. It took a little time, but after throwing a few treats within reach, I then started shortening the distance and watched him creep forward with each one. The last one he suspiciously took directly from my hand, and now he’s inching closer again.
Neck outstretched slowly, he takes it, then crunches loudly on it. A faint purr softly emanates from his furry body.
Blinking back the emotion, I whisper praise to him.
Not wanting to cause any panic, I carefully roll onto my knees and stand, checking he’s all set for a couple of hours before heading out the empty flat and knocking on the guys’ door.
It opens with a flourish. Max drops to his knees in front of me and grabs my hands. “I thought you’d perished.” He gasps, doing a terrible job of feigning upset when there’s an impish grin on his face. “Praise all the pizza gods that you weren’t taken from us.”
