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“We had a moment last night,” he reminded me. “Or was that just me?”
I sucked on my bottom lip. “It was nice.”Really, Holt?
“Nice?” Watson dropped his hands. “That’s it? Am I a bad kisser? Has no one bothered to tell me that before?” He looked worried.
I shook my head. “No, you’re a great fucking kisser.”Although I didn’t have too many people to compare him to, but he was absolutely the best guy I had ever locked lips with.
“You’re really fucking good, too, Holt.” He started toward me, but when I held up my hands he stopped. “You’re not attracted to me. Is that it? Am I not your type?”
My cock thickened in my pants. “Watson, you’re... fuck, you’re gorgeous.” There, now he knew I found him attractive. “I just—”
“Just what?” And now he was pissed. Although it honestly didn’t take much sometimes. He just didn’t usually throw his anger my way.
I sighed. “I think this is a bad idea.”
“I liked kissing you, H.” Watson dropped his chin. Fuck, he had to bring out the nickname, too. “Your lips are soft, your body felt really damn good pressed against mine, and I liked it. But if you don’t want to try this or if you want someone else. I understand.” He dragged both hands through his rumpled hair.
My heart dropped. “Watson...” When he looked at me again, his face was like nothing I had seen before. Void of the hard mask he usually wore. Softer, vulnerable, and I would be a liar if it didn’t get me going. “Are you really into dudes? I mean, you told me you were once, but I’ve never seen you with anyone before.”
“I like men, yes. But does that matter?”
“No, of course not.”
Watson stared at me until I looked away. His eyes were too much. “H,” he whispered. “I’m kind of freaking out.” There it was. “Not about kissing you or how I’m feeling, but about you rejecting me.”
“I’m not fucking rejecting you,” I snapped.
When I heard his footsteps, I knew he was moving toward me, and then Watson’s hand gripped my chin. He forced me to meet his heated gaze, and I felt like I might catch on fire.
His brown orbs search my face. “Are you sore this morning? From where Jones hit you?” He practically growled out the name. A complete change of direction from where I thought this conversation was going.
“A little,” I admitted.
Watson’s face darkened. “Where?”
“Just my left hip, but I’ll be fine. What are you doing?” I exclaimed when he shoved me down onto my bed. “Watson, stop! Get off me!”
He yanked down the side of my sweats where the car hit me, and his jaw tightened. I knew there was a bruise. I could feel it and had stared at it in the mirror while he was passed out last night, but it wasn’t a big deal.
“It’s not fine, H,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “This could have been so much worse.” Watson’s fingers were inches from my skin, but he didn’t touch me. “You should ice this. It’s going to be stiff. Didn’t they tell you that?” He dragged his eyes away from my hip. “H, what if...”
“No,” I cupped his cheek. “No what ifs.”
“You’re not into me.” He sounded dejected.
I shook my head. “That’s not it. It’s a bad idea.”
“What if it’s the best idea?”
Looked like we were doing this.
“Why now, Watson? Huh? Why now? After all these years, you’ve decided you want to try to be with me? Haven’t you seen the way I look at you? Haven’t you noticed how I’ve always wanted to be yours?” I exclaimed.
Clearly not, because the surprise on his face said everything I never bothered to.
“I have been into you since day fucking one. Your smile, your laugh, your eyes, your stupid jokes, the way you call me H when you know I don’t like it. Hell, even the grumpiness thing you’ve got going on lately. I have craved your attention since the beginning. Rooming with you has been pure torture.”
I jumped from the bed so I could yank my sweats up over my slim hips.
