down
earlier.
I blinked at his sudden change of direction, my head feeling
sluggish as it fought against the desire to push him back into the
living room and take him on the monstrously ugly orange couch. I
was pretty sure he’d let me. Wondering if he’d really just asked
about us living together again, I took a side step away from him.
It was also a side step toward the hall, toward my bedroom, and the
smolder in his eyes came back a little.
Smiling impishly, he nodded his head that way. “Because I really
hate having sex on a futon.” Winking, he added, “Not that I won’t,
though.”
Smirking at him, I reached out and grabbed his hand. “You’re the
one that kicked me out,” I said, managing to keep my voice light,
even though the memory was a painful one for me.
Backing us towards the hall, I watched a flash of that pain wash
over his face. It was gone instantly though. Shrugging, he laughed
out, “Well, it sounded like a good idea at the time.”
My hallway was a short one, with my room at the end closest to
the front door. Anna’s room, the larger room, was at the end of the
hall with our tiny, shower-only bathroom in the middle. Kellan’s
place wasn’t all that much bigger, but it seemed like a spacious
mansion in comparison.
Stopping us in front of my closed door, I put my other hand on
his chest. “No, it was.” My hand traveled up his neck to cup his
cheek; he leaned into my touch. “You and I needed space. We needed
to get our heads on straight.”
He smiled a little, then sighed. “Well, now that they are…why
don’t you come back?” His voice lowering, he stepped into my body,
his arms wrapping around my waist. “I know we’ve taken things slow,
but I still want to move forward…with you.”
I swallowed at the warmth in his voice, the love in his eyes. I
wanted that too, I really did, but, I was trying to be a stronger
person, my own person and I knew that if I moved back in with him,
he’d be my world again. I’d drown in him.
Smiling encouragingly, I ran my fingers back through his hair.
The serious look in his eye softened as I caressed him. In as
reassuring of a voice as I could, I softly said, “I think it’s
better if we keep waiting.” Switching my hand to run my thumb over
his cheek, I added, “I’ve sort of come into my own being with my
sister. I don’t want to fall right back into needing a man to
feel…complete.”
I bit my lip, hoping he wasn’t offended. His insanely blue eyes
ghosted over my face, taking in every feature. Inhaling deeply, he
squeezed me a bit tighter. “What if I’m the one that needs you?”
His face was completely, heartbreakingly serious. Shrugging, a tiny
smile broke into his lips. “I hate sleeping alone.”
Even though he’d said
sleeping
alone, I knew it was
more than that. Kellan hated
being
alone. Oddly, it was
something we had in common. But knowing we needed this, I threw on
a bright smile and shook my head. “You’ll be alright.” His tiny
smile curved into a disgruntled one and I laughed, slinging both of
my arms around his neck. “Besides, we almost always end up sleeping
together anyway.”
I flushed bright red after I said it, instantly realizing how
suggestive it sounded. He grinned at me adorably, reaching behind
me to open my bedroom door. Laughing at my comment, he shook his
head. “Exactly.” Pushing my door open, his eyes came back to mine,
playful now. “Think of the gas money we’d save.” He tilted his
head, walking me backwards into my room. “And rent, you wouldn’t
have to pay that, living with me. You could work less, concentrate
on school more.”
He smiled and shrugged, like it made perfect sense. And
logically, it did. Emotionally though, I thought we were in a good
place now and maybe we shouldn’t mess with that. Freeing one hand
to flick on my light, I sighed. “I like my life, Kellan. I finally
feel…well rounded.”
As he