Page 65 of Miss Belief

Teagan

“Wow. That was unexpected.”

We lay naked and entangled in the bed as our breathing finally returned to normal. I was in awe. Sex with Reid had been incredible.

“Should I be insulted you didn’t expect it to be amazing?” Humor infused his words.

“No, I meant I had no clue you were interested in, you know, more than a friend and fake girlfriend.” For all I knew, this had only been about sex, and yet every fiber of my being hoped it involved more than a convenient release.

He rolled to his side, so he could face me. “The tongue down your throat earlier didn’t clue you in I might want more than friendship?”

“So your ex could witness it? No.”

His forehead crinkled up. “What are you talking about?”

“The kiss. Vanessa was standing behind us, so I figured it was for her benefit. Although your whispered words were definitely not for her, so I was confused.”

He shook his head. “I had no idea she was there. Hopefully, by now you realize this is real.”

I decided to put a toe into the water to check the temperature of the relationship. “What is ‘this,’ exactly?”

“What do you want it to be?”

Shit. He’d turned my question around. “I don’t— I mean, I’m not sure.” I wasn’t convinced he was completely over his ex. This could potentially be rebound sex for him. Or it could be something more. It wasn’t as if I’d ever been in a relationship and knew what to expect.

“How long have you been thinking about something more physical?”

I decided to share a version of the truth. “Our first kiss was more than I was expecting too. But I thought you were unaffected.”

His eyes went big. “I was the opposite of unaffected.”

“You were af-fected?” I teased.

“To the point of second-guessing this entire idea. Because how do you fake it with someone you’re actually attracted to?”

Blink. Blink. Blink. “Good question.”

Tell him.

Shut up, stupid internal voice. You just had incredible sex, you do not need to go and tell him you’ve had a crush on him for the past year. You don’t know what will happen after this weekend. You need to go with the flow.

I watched him get up to take care of the condom and immediately missed his heat.

“What, um, made you decide to take a chance?” I asked.

“After your slip this morning in saying you were turned on by our snuggle, I remembered the psychic’s clue that you were too shy to make the first move. So I thought I’d take the chance you might feel the same as me.”

“I’m glad you did.”

He got back into the bed, gathering me close and kissing my lips. “Me too.”

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Findingmyself in Reid’s arms in the morning was like a dream, one I didn’t want to wake up from. I feared the AM would bring about some degree of regret on his part or a confirmation he’d been acting on the rebound.

So much for going with the flow. So much for being content to see this through one step at a time. Dammit, I was overanalyzing it.

“Mm, for a non-morning person you are awfully awake already.”