Page 57 of Imperfect Match (Imperfect Match 1)
“Did you plan this?”
“Plan what?” I ask, completely confused.
“That you’d magically decide you love me and then remind me it was your parents’ anniversary party?”
He’s a special snowflake, that’s for sure. “First of all, you agreed to go to this party months ago. Second, the only thing I planned was to find you someone to love—I had no idea it would be me.”
Reid presses his lips against mine and then tosses me back against the pillows. My hands are in his hair, holding him to me. Kissing him like this is beyond words. It’s fun and amazing and weird, because I never really thought it would happen, and yet ... it’s right.
We’re right.
“Well, it is you.” Reid hovers over me. “It’s you, Wills.”
“It’s you too. Now,” I tell him, pressing my hand against his chest and pushing up. “Let’s get going.”
“I would much rather get naked.”
Same here, buddy. “Do you want to shower at your place and meet me?”
“No.”
“Well, what’s your plan?”
Reid gets to his feet and walks around the bed. Before I have a chance to ask him what the hell he’s doing, he leans down and tosses me over his shoulder. I let out a squeak when his palm lands on my bare ass.
“Reid! Put me down!”
“Nope.”
He marches into the bathroom, turns the water on, and deposits me on the edge of the sink. The granite is freezing, but when he kisses me, hard and deep, I no longer care. Our lips move together, each of us desperate for the other. He lifts me again, my legs wrap around his middle and he walks me into the shower, where his plan becomes very, very clear.
“Stop fidgeting,” he tells me as we stand outside the door to my parents’ lakefront home, where the party is being held.
“They’ll know.”
He takes my hand in his. “They probably already suspect you’re not a virgin, Wills.”
“But now they’ll know for sure. They’ll see it on my face or experience some sort of weird mind detection thing. You know my family is a bunch of wacko hippies who see through your soul. We can’t go in there. Let’s just head back.”
Reid had to listen to me fret for half the ride. I wasn’t nervous until we were about midway here and stuck in traffic. He started joking about how my mom was going to know we had sex since I can’t stop smiling and he can’t stop touching me.
Then ... I freaked.
My parents are cool, but I don’t know how cool they’ll be about this. It’s Reid. It’s sex with Reid. Mom might be fine because she’s all about love and intimacy, my dad ... not so much. Not to mention, I’m still sort of reeling from the whole thing myself.
Reid and I are dating. We’re the Ross and Rachel of our apartment and I’m sorting through a lot of feelings right now.
“We’re not heading back,” he says.
“I’m not going in there.”
He lets out a groan. “We drove up here, it’s your parents’ anniversary, and you’re being ridiculous.” Reid rings the doorbell before I can stop him.
“I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.”
I glare at him, pulling my hand away. “I could.”
