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His hand ski in the past What happened with et over the anger Yesterday kept following me And tomorrow, the new day, never seemed to come"

Until me, he’d written on the note

"And the lantern on your arm?"

"Oh, you ask too many questions," Jared complained playfully, and I could tell he was e hined sot in trouble last year I needed to clean upwith her drinking We both picked one thought that would get us through the day A dream or a desire…" he shook his head and trailed off

His confession ht of me every day?

"Me?" I asked

He gazed down at me and stroked my cheek with his thumb "It’s always been you" He used my words, and I couldn’t s for the lump in my throat

"I love you, Tate" Jared looked atin his world

I closed my eyes and touched his lips to ainst his ether, and his fingers threaded through my hair as we devoured each other His lips were soft but strong againstinto his back as his hands claimed uilt reared its ugly head at me I wanted him here and now, but sex in someone else’s rooirl did

I pressed my hps into his, and ere both breathless in between kisses

I trailed a path to his jaw, and roaned "Let’s just get out of here I’m in the mood for more than a quickie"

"Well, I’ve never had a quickie," I pointed out "Unzip me"

He complied, but the corners of his o?" The question was rhetorical I knew he loved the way I wanted him

I felt the draft when Jared’s hand reached behind me to unzip my dress, and I moaned when his hands slipped down and caressed , almost as addictive as his mouth I peeled off his jacket, while he let my dress fall down to my waist

Jared’s mouth seared my neck in soft kisses, and I worked the buttons of his shirt I sucked in a breath when his hands went tomore of him

"Jared," I whispered and wrapped an arood girl But tonight I want to be really, really bad"

His breath shook against my mouth, and he captured my lips in a fierce kiss God, he wanted me And I was thrilled, because I didn’t want to wait until we got ho buttons scattering to the hardwood floor I let my dress spill to h heels on

"Fuck, Tate" Jared clenched his jaw, taking in the sight in front of hi almost every part of o sloith you It’s just so hard Do you think in ten years I’ll finally get to where I’ll actually need foreplay to get hard with you?"

His eyes questionedabout the way he wanted me, the way his eyes drowned out any doubts, that made hter kind of guy He didn’t do sleepovers, and he didn’t take phone numbers I worried that he’d lose interest or consider it a ether, but instead, he’d becory

Every touch this past week, every kiss, every ti was new Ridiculous, I know He hadbe different than what he’d experienced before?

Unless he lovedI was sure he hadn’t had with any other girl I hoped, anyway

I wanted to be bold, even though my nerves wantedwith Jared No hiding, no fear I was going to ask for everything I wanted, and be brave about it Forever or never

His shirt dropped the floor, followed by his pants

Be bold

I put my hand on the swollen proof that he wanted me He jerked and sucked in a breath while I wrapped my hand around him and stroked I expected him to close his eyes Wasn’t he supposed to do that? To concentrate on the feeling ot harder in hs, turned on by the sth that had been inside of ain

He watched me with dark, heated eyes He watched ht I would co to him The way his hands clenched into fists and his erection jerked when I rubbed a certain way, and the way his breathing got heavier all gotto the point where I couldn’t take anymore

He tore open the wrapper of the condohtstand when he took his pants off and slipped it on

Thank God!

Melting ainst the s my hands all over his back