Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
And then Rhys’s thumb reached up to graze along his jaw, and he nearly melted into a puddle on the floor. “So tell me what you want.”
“I want…you. Just you.” It was simple, really. Yet complicated as hell. And he had just totally put himself out there. Fuck.
But this was Rhys. His best friend. If he couldn’t trust him, then who could he trust?
“Damn it, Emerson. The way you say things.” Rhys’s breath feathered over Emerson’s lips. “You have about one second to change your mind.”
Emerson shook his head. No way in hell was he changing his mind.
His chest was so achy and tight, he thought it might crack into jagged pieces.
Given the building tension between them, Emerson expected Rhys to smash their mouths together. Instead, Rhys’s lips brushed his with a tenderness that was nearly his undoing. Soft, careful, breathy…it was almost unbearable.
And God, it was even better than what he’d imagined as Rhys wound his hands in his hair and tapped their mouths together again, this time angling his head and groaning so deep, it sent a shockwave through Emerson. He looped his hand around Rhys’s waist and fisted the back of his shirt, drawing him closer, then closer still, until there couldn’t possibly be any space left between them.
The tip of Rhys’s tongue traced his lips, then flicked in and out of Emerson’s mouth. Emerson could barely take it as he flipped them around, hemmed Rhys against the counter, and took his mouth in a fierce, deep kiss.
They stayed that way for an eternity, it seemed, or no time at all, as Emerson’s hands slid along the knobs of Rhys’s spine, memorizing every curve, touching him while he still had the chance. Before he woke up from this crazy dream.
Rhys gathered Emerson’s face in his hands as he licked into Emerson’s mouth and dragged soft moans from his throat. When Rhys drew away, his breaths harsh against Emerson’s cheek, a good dose of fear, along with guilt, found its way inside him.
“I’m sorry…sorry if this ruins—”
“Christ, don’t be sorry. You feel so good.” He pulled Emerson against him, and their mouths slid together again. Their hands wound in each other’s hair, and Emerson could feel how hard Rhys was against him. When he groaned, he felt Rhys tremble. It was pretty intoxicating, having Rhys respond to him this way.
They heard a creak from the staircase, and Emerson paused to listen, then pulled away. He recognized that sound after so many years.
Taking Emerson’s lead, Rhys stepped aside just as Audrey came around the corner.
“What are you doing up?” he asked as Rhys turned away and swiped at his mouth.
Audrey shuffled toward the sink. “I just needed some water.”
“Of course.” Emerson opened the cupboard and pulled out a glass.
“I gotta go,” Rhys said. His lips were swollen, his cheeks flushed, and he had trouble making eye contact, which made warning bells sound off in Emerson’s brain.
“Yeah, sure, I’ll walk you—”
“No! It’s okay,” he replied in a brusque voice, then practically ran out the door. Emerson’s heart sank to his stomach, and he couldn’t fucking breathe.
He wanted to make sure Rhys was okay, but maybe some distance right now was for the best. He’d just kissed his best friend, and Rhys was probably considering the repercussions.
Why in the hell did he go through with it in the first place? And why did he want so bad to do it again?
What if they’d just ruined everything?
Emerson licked his lips to not only chase the flavor, but to make sure everything that just happened wasn’t a delusion. It would be the only memory he had of the kiss, he was sure of it.
When Audrey cleared her throat, he nearly jumped out of his skin.
“What?” he asked when a strange look crossed her features.
“How long have you and Rhys…” She waved her hand as her freckles became more pronounced, which normally happened when she was shy or embarrassed.
His stomach bottomed out. “What do you mean?”
“You guys were…well, you were kissing.”
Emerson gasped. “You saw that? We never…” He stammered, attempting to come up with some sort of explanation. “It just happened. Jesus, Audrey.” It freaking figured that his first kiss with a guy—with Rhys—was less private than he’d hoped.
But she sighed dreamily. “Well, I think it’s awesome.”
His eyebrows rose to his hairline. “You do?”
She shrugged. “It’s awesome to fall in love with your best friend.”
He pushed his fingers through his hair. Holy Christ. “I’m not— It was just a kiss, Audrey. And we have stuff to talk about, so you shouldn’t jump to conclusions or think that a kiss means—” Emerson sputtered, but Audrey just laughed and headed out of the kitchen.
“Whatever.”
He stood staring at the counter, then walked to the front door to lock it for the night.
What have I done?
He had that spinny feeling in his stomach again, when it seemed his life was being held together by a pin. But life also felt full of wonder because Rhys had kissed him and it had been amazing.