Page 28 of Oblivious

I know what he stopped himself from saying. Not since he broke up with Emma. He’s been on a few dates since then, but none of them has turned into anything even remotely long term, which means he’s probably not slept with anyone since his break-up.

He runs his hand over my chest. “I really do need to get up.”

“Just so you know, I wasn’t trying to imply that I want you to open for me.”

Fitz sniggers. “Don’t use that analogy again, please.”

“What would you rather I say?”

“Speak plain.”

“Okay…I’m not implying that I want to have sex with you. Not yet anyway,” I add hastily. “I don’t think it’s going to do either of us any good to rush into anything.”

“But you’d wantmeto…” Fitz does a funny flourishing movement with his hand. “You know…” He lets out a frustrated breath. “Receive?”

“Honestly? I hadn’t thought about it.” I press my face against his shoulder. “Forget my blossom analogy. It was a dumb one.”

He runs his fingers through my hair.

I tip my face up so I can see him. “Don’t think too hard about it right now, okay?”

“It’s kinda hard when you’re hard.” He squeezes his eyes shut. “And I’ve lost the ability to put a coherent sentence together that isn’t full of repetition. Bravo, Fitz, bravo.”

“Should I be worried?”

He opens his eyes. “Why?”

“You’re referring to yourself in the third person. I think that’s a sign of madness.”

He sticks his tongue out at me.

“Very mature.”

He does it again, making me laugh.

“Am I supposed todosomething about it?”

“About what?”

“Your hard-on,” he whispers. “Isn’t that what boyfriendsdo?”

I blink. “We’re…boyfriends?”

Fitz looks startled. “I don’t know. Are we?”

“Well, according to my sister, we’re already married.”

“True.”

I kiss him softly. “Will you be my boyfriend, Fitz?”

“Maybe.”

That wasn’t the reaction I was expecting.

“I have one condition,” he says.

“What’s that?”