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“Went into work,” he says, referring to his part-time construction gig. “Then wanted to see you. Can I take you out for dinner tonight? Wherever you want to go.”
I smile against the soft material of his T-shirt. “I’d like that. Let me have a quick shower and get changed first.”
I step away from him, but take his hand in mine as I walk to my front door and unlock it, refusing to let go of him. He chuckles as I try to open it and fail. Eventually he lets go of me, takes the key, and does it for me. He’s laughing a lot more, I’ve noticed.
And sometimes his smile touches his eyes.
Sometimes.
We walk inside and I put my keys down on my kitchen table, along with my handbag. When I glance up at him, I don’t know what he sees on my face, but his expression turns concerned, his brow furrowing. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I say quickly, shaking my head.
Maybe a little too quickly.
“Brielle,” he says, voice low and stern. “Tell me.”
I clear my throat and decide to just go for it. Complete honesty. I can do this. Taking a deep breath, I look him straight in the eye and say, “Why haven’t you kissed me yet?”
I see his eyes widen as he processes my words. He blinks a few times, runs his hand down his beard. “You’re upset because I… haven’t kissed you?”
I nod, then add, “It’s been weeks. Are you not attracted to me or something? I mean, I know you always compliment me and tell me I’m beautiful, but—”
He cuts off my rant with his lips on mine, his tongue in my mouth, and his hands cupping my face. His lips fit perfectly over mine, his taste addicting, his hold on me possessive and gentle at the same time.
A devastating combination.
When he breaks the kiss, pale blue eyes lock with mine. For once his emotions aren’t hidden. For just a moment, I see me how he does. I see the want, the need. The fascination. He looks at me like I’m perfect, like I’m rare. Like I’m his.
“That was worth the wait,” I breathe, my eyes still heavy lidded as the post-kiss haze hasn’t left me. I don’t think it ever will. In fact, I need more of it right now. I go up on my tiptoes and pull his head down to me, so our lips are close but not touching. “Does this mean I get to kiss you whenever I want now?”
I see his throat work as he swallows. What is going on in that mind of his? Was this a way of keeping his distance from me? If it was, it’s now over. He can’t kiss me like that and not expect me to want it again. Over and over. Every chance I’m able to. Fuck, I’m addicted.
I close the space between us and kiss his lips softly, hesitantly at first, retreating a little before diving in and kissing him fully. He lets me. With a growl from deep in his throat, he takes control and deepens the kiss, hands on my waist, fingers digging into my skin.
I knew we’d have this chemistry from the moment I laid eyes on him, because I’ve never felt drawn to someone like that before. In fact, if you’d asked me before I would have told you that that kind of instant attraction and allure didn’t exist.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” I say against his lips, closing my eyes and resting my forehead against his. In a quick move, he lifts me and places me on the counter, probably so he doesn’t have to bend so much, since he’s so tall.
“Not upset anymore?” he asks in a husky tone, eyes as gentle as I’ve ever seen them.
I shake my head.
“Good.”
“I better go get ready,” I say, before I drag him to my bedroom. I kiss him once more, just because I can, then jump down and head to my room.
“Brielle?” he calls as I’m about to leave the room.
“Yeah?”
“Don’t ever think that I don’t want you,” he says, shifting on his feet. “It’s not that. I just… am at war with myself over what I have and what I should have. I wanted to kiss you from the moment I first saw you.”
“Sylar—”
“Go get ready,” he says gently, smiling sadly. He doesn’t want to explain his comment, but he’s given me what he can. I don’t want to push him; he can tell me everything when he’s comfortable. It’s his choice, his story to tell.
“Okay,” I whisper, then jump in the shower.
I replay the kisses over and over again while I wash my body, squeezing my thighs together in frustration.
If I can feel this from just his lips on mine….
I can’t wait for what’s to come.
