Page 37 of My Never
“I was serious. You aren’t a random hookup for me.”
“You’re just saying that because I’m still in the closet with you.”
“Ava.”
I look him in the eye.
“I’ve been too stubborn. I’m tired of fighting this. I’m sorry.”
“Me too.”
“So you don’t hate me?”
“What?”
“In our earlier texts, you told me you hated me.”
“No, Mark, I don’t hate you. It’s weird.”
“What is?” he asks, looking nervous to hear what’s coming next.
“How comfortable I feel with you even though we haven’t officially had actual sex.”
“That’s a good thing,” he says with a lazy smile, rubbing a thumb down my arm, and I hum in agreement. Neither of us seem to want to go back outside.
“I’m not ready to have sex yet,” I ramble out, just getting it out there.
“I won’t push it,” he answers.
“I trust you.”
“I know,” he admits with a sexy grin.
“Oh, you ‘know’ do you?” I ask, curious of his reasoning.
“If you didn’t, you wouldn’t have opened yourself to me like that in the dark, and you most certainly wouldn’t have let me fuck your mouth like that. What made you want to do that?”
I smile back at him. He’s right.
“I’m not sure. It probably has a lot to do with the fact thathenever let me get adventurous, and you…youmade mefeeladventurous. You made me feel a lot of things that I haven’t felt in a really, really long time.” I blush, feeling like I just said way too much.
He squeezes my hand to get my attention. I look back at him. Suddenly those thoughts disappear, because with him in this dark closet, I know it’s okay to say way too much.
“You amaze me,” Mark whispers before leaning down to kiss me. I start to pull away, remembering what I just swallowed a few minutes ago, but he pulls me closer and deepens the kiss.
“My own taste won’t scare me off,” he mumbles against my lips. “Come on, let’s go back to the hotel. I want to snuggle and fall into a coma.”
I titter at his choice of words.
“No sex though,” I mumble back against his lips.
“Promise. Remember, I’m a gentleman.”
“Such a gentleman.”
We both chuckle as he pulls me out the door. We make it a whole five steps into the bridal room to collect our things when Trystan walks out of the bathroom. His eyes zero in on our linked fingers, and he smiles knowingly, leaning against the doorway, taking in our state. I look over at Mark, and we both indeed look like we just screwed around in a coat closet. I bite my lip, unsure of what to say. Hell, Mark has my red lipstick smeared across his lips. I blush knowing that isn’t the only place it’s smeared.
“Well, I’ll be damned. It’s about time you two worked it out.”
