31. Chapter 30
Chapter 30
SHYLOH
I’d been at Becca’s apartment for a week, helping her with groceries, paying bills, and just spending time with her. She’d been on the phone with Lenna, talking about her new baby, Asher. She beamed when she talked to her, so proud of her best friend.
Becca knew I couldn’t stay forever, but we at least enjoyed spending time together. But tonight, I had something special planned for her. I ordered dinner and wine and was sending her to get her nails done so I could set it up.
She waved goodbye from the door, and the mess started.
I changed into the black slacks and white button-down with the sleeves rolled up, exposing my tattoos on my forearms. Standing by the small table with candles, the door opened .
“Honey! I’m home—”
Standing there like a thirteen-year-old boy, I giggled.
“Surprise!" I beamed at Becca.
Her jaw dropped. “How did you do this so fast? I was only gone—”
“Forty-eight minutes exactly. I can’t tell you my ways, they’re a secret,” I replied, gesturing to the bedroom. “But there’s one more thing. On the bed.”
Her eyes tracked to the bedroom and her features lit up. I bought her a dress from a local store that she’d been eyeing on our morning walks. “You got me the dress!”
She ran into my arms, and I hugged her right back.
“Okay, Okay, I’ll go put it on.”
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“Holy shit,” I said out loud, although I meant to keep it as an inside voice.
“I know, right?” Becca said, spinning in the white sundress and taking her place in front of me.
“So, what’s the occasion?” she asked, and I smirked.
“Well, I know you haven’t been wanting to get out of the house much, so I wanted to bring something to you instead.”
A little hue of pink blushed Becca’s cheeks as she took a bite of the steak and hummed in approval .
We ate our dinner, drank the wine, and talked for what felt like hours. I went to pour another glass when her hand stopped me. “Shy.”
I halted all movement. I barely breathed.
“I—I was wondering if you’d do one more thing for me.”
“Anything you want, boss.”
She bit her lip and glanced at her hands. “Would you dance with me?”
I simpered. “Of course, get your fine ass over here.”
She grabbed her phone, placed it on the table, and said, “I have the perfect song.”
Some Kind of Love started to play out of her speakers, and I grinned a shit-eating grin. “See, I told you it was the best album.”
“Shut up and dance with me,” Becca replied, grabbing my hand.
I twirled her around a few times before pulling her close to me.
“Shy,” she whispered, and I hummed in response.
“There’s one more thing.”
I pulled back from our embrace, continuing to sway back and forth slowly, and looked down at her green eyes.
“Can you kiss me?”
Heat ran through me. I didn’t think, I just did as she asked. I’d been waiting for her to tell me when I could, and my body couldn’t react fast enough.
I crushed my lips against hers, stealing her breath away. When I pulled back, I chuckled. “I’m sorry, I’ve been waiting forever to do that.”
“Then do it again,” she purred .
All gentlemen factors about me went out the fucking window because I was about to make out with her.
Our lips melted into each other as our hands roamed. I picked her up, with her wrapping her legs around my waist. She grinned against my mouth, and I nipped at her bottom lip.
“I missed this mouth,” Becca cooed, and my dick rose on command. I carried her to the bed, laying her down and hovering over her, and my hard length pressed against her thigh.
I didn’t care that she felt me, I wanted her to.
We explored each other, our tongues dancing slowly and I heard a noise strangle from Becca’s mouth and I pulled back. “Are you okay? Was that too much?”
She shook her head looking up at me. “No”
A tear trickled down the side of her cheek, and my thumb found it and wiped it off her face. “Why are you crying?” I asked quickly.
“I’m just—”
“It’s okay, Becca. I’m not gonna murder you,” I insisted.
“No, Shy. I mean, I’m scared of this— you and me. I don’t want to fall in love again, I’m—”
I sighed. “You’re scared of love? I don’t—”
“Of course I’m scared. Look at me. I’m in my thirties and I’ve never fallen in love with anyone since high school. I’m terrified. And I’m even more terrified that I’ve already started to—”
“Started to what?” I leaned closer, gripping her chin, forcing Becca to look back at me.
“To love again. ”
There were no words that I could say back to her, only that I wanted to be in this moment with her. My lips brushed over hers softly, tasting the salt from her tears. I peppered her face softly with kisses and whispered, “I’ll kiss all your tears away, Becca.”