Page 65 of The Quirky Vet
"I think you know why."
I drop my gaze. A few moments later, a warm hand slides over mine. "I think I do know why. And I think it might be the same reason why I've been more concerned about you and how you're feeling than I have been about seeing my ex-girlfriend."
His hand tightens around mine, and I lift my eyes to his. "Oh."
"Yeah." His grin comes easily. "Oh."
He releases his grip then brushes his fingers up my forearm. My whole body flushes with heat. I lay my hand over his, stopping the movement.
"What does it mean?" I ask.
"It means that I like you, and you like me."
"But what doesthatmean?"
I lean in towards him expectantly as if he'll somehow provide the words that will magically explain everything that's happening between us. But it's unfair to put this all on him.
"I don't know, mate," he answers, lifting his hand off me andrunning it through his hair. "This has caught me by surprise. I've never felt this way about another bloke before."
"Not even back in Wilby's wild single days when he would helicopter his dick while getting changed?"
Fitz chuckles. "Especially not then." He looks at me again. "And I'm not just talking about the stuff we've done, although I've enjoyed that very,verymuch. I mean my feelings for you, as a person, are changing. Growing even stronger. Becoming something different, something more than just friendship feelings."
"Yeah. Same here."
He looks over at me, searching my eyes. "And are you okay with that?"
"I'm starting to be, yeah. It takes a bit of getting used to, seeing you in a different light after all these years, but it doesn't scare me."
"Doesn't scare me, either." He says the words as if he's verbalising his thoughts and feelings in real time.
Maybe he is? Who knows.
Things feel like they're happening in a whir, while also in slow motion at the same time. It's taken us almost twenty years to get here, but on the other hand, nothing can prepare you for sharing a bed with your best mate, talking about how your feelings for each other are changing, and wanting to do…stuff.
It's a lot.
Our eyes meet.
Then our lips.
The next thing I know, he's climbed on top of me, and we're kissing with an urgency I've never felt before. It's like we've given up on talking to communicate in another way.
A better way.
The anxious nausea that's been coursing through me all day melts under the weight of his body. My hands charge through his hair, grab at his pecs, grip his arse.
His bare arse.
He stops kissing me and leans back slightly.
"Too far?" I ask.
"No, you dingbat. But I wouldn't mind copping a feel of your backside."
I grin. "Well, why didn't you just say so?"
I slide out from underneath him, slide my boxers down my legs before kicking them away, and swap positions so that now I'm straddling him. We keep kissing. He slides his palms over my cheeks and gives them a firm squeeze.