Page 31 of Full Court Love
I hold up a couple items that are rather specific to me–salt and vinegar chips and Kit Kats. “How’d you know?”
Shrugging nonchalantly, he winks. “I guess I just know you really well. That, and I consulted your roommates and the Warners. Apparently, you have very well-known tastes.”
I hold up the Oreos. “Yes, I know. Not everyone can be so refined.”
He throws his arm over my shoulders and draws me into his chest. “I mean it, you know. I want something more with you.” His tone is sincere again.
He kisses the top of my head, and the air in the room turns. Joking and flirting have become heat and tension.
I lift his hand to my mouth and run my lips over his fingers. “I want more too.”
His breathing is quickening, and I can hear his heartbeat picking up, keeping pace with my own. His fingers are now gliding down my cheek, tracing every feature. When he reaches my chin, he gently turns my face toward his.
Our noses brush, and our breath mingles. His lips are slightly apart as he leans down toward me. I close my eyes, but before I feel his mouth on mine, he whispers, “Can I kiss you now?”
I barely breathe out my yes before I finally get to taste him. He kisses me like he’s been waiting forever for this. The further I sink into him, the more I want. His tongue softly grazes my lip, and I let out a sigh as I pull him closer to me. I feel his lips smile at my reaction. I’m like putty in his hands, and he knows it.
Wrapping his hands around my hips, he pulls me so I’m sitting on his lap, straddling him, arms wrapped around his neck. His hands are on my waist, holding my body against his. His hands move up my back and into my hair. I feel the intensity rising with every move we make. Every time our tongues graze each other, when I gingerly bite his lip, when he kisses up my jawline–I just want more.
His hands move from my hair to cupping my face. He delicately pulls my head a few inches away from his own and kisses my forehead. His lips stay there for multiple seconds and then he drops so our foreheads are resting together. I’m smiling like a fool. I sneak a look at him and happily see that he is too.
We sit there in that moment of intimacy, arms still wrapped around each other, foreheads pressed together, breathing finally slowing down. He breaks the silence by pulling me back down to his side, arm still wrapped around me and drawing me into him.
We both laugh.
I’m definitely blushing. I can feel the heat burning my cheeks.
He reaches his arm across and grabs my hand, playing with my fingers.
“You know, I’ve wanted to do that ever since I first saw you.”
“Hmm. Yeah, I could tell.”
He cocks an eyebrow, a mischievous look playing across his face. “Oh, really?”
He finds my sides and digs his fingers in, tickling me until I can barely breathe. Gasping with laughter, I finally give in.
“Okay, okay! I wanted to kiss you too. There, are you happy?”
He settles into the pillows, and my head is back on his chest.
“Yes, thank you so much for asking. I’m incredibly happy right now.”
We tear into the snacks and start the movie.
I look back up at him and get slightly choked up at the realization that no one has ever done something like this for me before. He put in so much work just for me. Every thoughtful detail pulls at the walls I’ve got built up around my heart.
“Hey, Jordan. Thank you for all of this. I don’t want to get emotional because you’ve already seen that side of me and she doesn’t need to make yet another appearance, but truly, this means so much to me.”
He kisses my hand in response. “Oh, Lucy, you ain’t seen nothing yet. This is just the beginning.”
Well, damn.
I have no words, so I turn my attention back to the screen.
TheHarry Pottermovies are full of nostalgia for me because I watched them all with my dad. It was the first series I completed right when I learned to read. Sitting here watching this with Jordan feels like a full-circle moment.
I think my dad would’ve liked him. I really hope so. I settle into Jordan, and my eyelids grow heavy. That coffee could only do so much. The last thing I remember is Neville breaking his wrist before I can’t fight it anymore.