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Wren
You have nothing to be sorry for. It’s okay.
And even though it wasn’t, it really was. Zoey came first in his life, and I liked that about him. It made communicating and finding time to talk difficult, but I was okay with that.
Beckett
It’s not, but thank you for understanding.
Beckett’s mom was supposed to have Zoey spend the night, but she’d gotten an unexpected invitation to have dinner with friends she hadn’t seen in years.
I started to type and then stopped myself. Was this the universe telling us not to go through with this?
Beckett
You’re awfully quiet.
I couldn’t tell him these fears. It was ridiculous. We were planning ononenight together. Not the rest of our lives. When I started my objections earlier in the week, Ruby was the one to make me realize how badly I wanted this with Beckett.
He and I both knew the score. One night together did not equal love or commitment. Both of our hearts were safe. And it would be so brief there was no way anyone would find out or for us to fall for each other.
Wren
I got up to get a glass of wine.
It was a little fib. Beckett didn’t need to know that I was freaking out about our upcoming night together. A sigh popped out of my mouth and I went to get a glass of wine. See? Now I wasn’t lying.
A few minutes later, the phone rang.
“Have you changed your mind?” Not hello or how are you. Straight to business.
“No, of course not.”
He chuckled. “Has anyone told you that you’re a bad liar?”
“I am not.” When I was younger, it had become second nature to hide my emotions and pretend everything was all right. Perfect even. As an adult, I didn’t have the energy to cover up how I felt all the time. Maybe he was right.
“Wren…” The way his deep voice drew out my name woke up parts of my body and made them tingle.
This wasn’t good. How could he continue to affect me from a distance? I’d never had a one-night stand. What if I struggled to keep my feelings in check?
What if, what if, what if.Fuck it. If he thought I was crazy, then so be it. “Maybe it’s the universe telling us to back away.”
When he didn’t respond right away, my stomach tightened, and I feared he’d now say no. And thinking that he might turn this whole idea down made the uncomfortable sensation in my belly churn.
“I don’t think it’s a sign, but if you’ve changed your mind about having my hands on your body and making you scream my name, I can accept that.”
My body hummed in response. If I wasn’t already back to Team Sexcapade, I would be now. “I do want that.”
“My mother can take Zoey Friday if you’re free.”
I was, but I’d cancel those plans even if I wasn’t. What did that say about me? “I’m free.”
“Excellent. Mom is picking her up at 4:00. Can you be here at 6:00? I’ll cook us dinner.”
“Who knew sexcapades came with dinner? If I’d only known, I might have done this sooner,” I teased. This was beginning to feel like more of a date than a non-date, and I wasn’t sure what I thought about that.
“If I’m going to be worshiping your body all night long, I need something of substance to keep me going.” It was a good thing I wasn’t standing. Otherwise, I might be a puddle on the floor. He’d already proved, without a doubt, he knew how to touch my body like he was worshiping at an altar.
You have nothing to be sorry for. It’s okay.
And even though it wasn’t, it really was. Zoey came first in his life, and I liked that about him. It made communicating and finding time to talk difficult, but I was okay with that.
Beckett
It’s not, but thank you for understanding.
Beckett’s mom was supposed to have Zoey spend the night, but she’d gotten an unexpected invitation to have dinner with friends she hadn’t seen in years.
I started to type and then stopped myself. Was this the universe telling us not to go through with this?
Beckett
You’re awfully quiet.
I couldn’t tell him these fears. It was ridiculous. We were planning ononenight together. Not the rest of our lives. When I started my objections earlier in the week, Ruby was the one to make me realize how badly I wanted this with Beckett.
He and I both knew the score. One night together did not equal love or commitment. Both of our hearts were safe. And it would be so brief there was no way anyone would find out or for us to fall for each other.
Wren
I got up to get a glass of wine.
It was a little fib. Beckett didn’t need to know that I was freaking out about our upcoming night together. A sigh popped out of my mouth and I went to get a glass of wine. See? Now I wasn’t lying.
A few minutes later, the phone rang.
“Have you changed your mind?” Not hello or how are you. Straight to business.
“No, of course not.”
He chuckled. “Has anyone told you that you’re a bad liar?”
“I am not.” When I was younger, it had become second nature to hide my emotions and pretend everything was all right. Perfect even. As an adult, I didn’t have the energy to cover up how I felt all the time. Maybe he was right.
“Wren…” The way his deep voice drew out my name woke up parts of my body and made them tingle.
This wasn’t good. How could he continue to affect me from a distance? I’d never had a one-night stand. What if I struggled to keep my feelings in check?
What if, what if, what if.Fuck it. If he thought I was crazy, then so be it. “Maybe it’s the universe telling us to back away.”
When he didn’t respond right away, my stomach tightened, and I feared he’d now say no. And thinking that he might turn this whole idea down made the uncomfortable sensation in my belly churn.
“I don’t think it’s a sign, but if you’ve changed your mind about having my hands on your body and making you scream my name, I can accept that.”
My body hummed in response. If I wasn’t already back to Team Sexcapade, I would be now. “I do want that.”
“My mother can take Zoey Friday if you’re free.”
I was, but I’d cancel those plans even if I wasn’t. What did that say about me? “I’m free.”
“Excellent. Mom is picking her up at 4:00. Can you be here at 6:00? I’ll cook us dinner.”
“Who knew sexcapades came with dinner? If I’d only known, I might have done this sooner,” I teased. This was beginning to feel like more of a date than a non-date, and I wasn’t sure what I thought about that.
“If I’m going to be worshiping your body all night long, I need something of substance to keep me going.” It was a good thing I wasn’t standing. Otherwise, I might be a puddle on the floor. He’d already proved, without a doubt, he knew how to touch my body like he was worshiping at an altar.
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