Those words were like music to Matthew's ears, and he gripped Emma's waist tightly before pushing away. He was going to take his time. There was no rush. He could feel the electricity between them. The sparks danced on his skin as he touched her. He wanted to kiss her full lips as she panted and looked at him with lust-filled eyes.
He would wait. Ashlyn was still in the picture. He would not come between these two friends. Yet.
"Where do you keep the sheets, gorgeous?" Matthew tilted his head, smirking instead of kissing her. He still spoke against her lips, and she started laughing, lowering her face so her forehead rested against his lips.
He gently kissed her forehead and pulled reluctantly away as she pointed towards the bathroom.
"In the closet, there is a duvet cover too." She
