Page 65 of Imperfect Match (Imperfect Match 1)
I want to bottle this moment up and keep it close. There are so many words to describe what’s in my heart, and they move so fast through my mind it’s hard to keep up. I’m happy, loved, hopeful, and relieved, but also scared, worried, and curious on how we’ll weather all the storms to come.
Mostly, though, I’m content.
“This weekend meant a lot to me,” I say as we pull into the underground parking.
“You mean a lot to me.”
Damn him for making me blush. “Well, that’s a good thing because we both know how I feel about you.”
He parks and grins. “Yeah, how’s that?”
“Hmm, it’s so strange, the first word I thought of was irritated.”
Reid laughs. “So just like any other day.”
“Pretty much.”
“Good to know that things aren’t going to change just because we’re dating.”
I shake my head. “Things most definitely are changing.”
“Yeah, maybe you’re right.” He pops the trunk and grabs both our bags.
Sounds silly, but I love the little things like that. While it might not seem like much to anyone else, it’s the world to me. It shows that he wants to take care of me in some way, and he’s really always done it. He carries my bags, opens the door, and finds ways to touch me whether it’s holding hands or resting his palm on the small of my back. I hope that never stops.
“I am,” I tell him as we walk toward the elevators. “You’re going to start cooking for me, that’s a change. And we’re sleeping together, which requires you and I to stay at each other’s place a few times a week.”
“Or every fucking night,” he suggests, setting down my bag to hold the door open for me.
“We just started dating,” I remind him. “No need to rush.”
“I’m not rushing.” He looks at me seriously. “I don’t want to spend a night without you, Wills. Why would I?”
My heart thumps happily. “Don’t you worry that we’re going to want to kill each other?”
Reid lets out a huff that borders on a laugh. “Sweetheart, I’ve wanted to kill you daily, but I’m pretty sure you’ve felt the same thing with me.”
“Wait! You’ve wanted to kill me?”
“Wills.” His voice is soft. “It’s only because I wanted you in other ways but lied to myself.”
“Oh, well, that’s a good answer.”
He chuckles as his lips move toward mine. “I’d much rather do other things.”
“Like?”
Reid’s nose brushes against mine, his warmth cocoons me as his mouth is so close to mine. “Hmm ... there are so many options.” He toys with me by not giving me what I want—him. “I could kiss you.”
“You could.”
“I could, but I could do other things too.”
“I could tell you no.”
Reid chuckles as if we both know that’s ridiculous. “Do you want to tell me no?”
“Depends on what you’re wanting to do.”
