Emily Harper
One moment led to another and the next thing I know, we were getting off our asses and making our way to the second floor.
"Are you sure about this?" Rye asked in between kisses.
I drew my face away from him and stared him in the eyes. I'd like to get lost in his gaze forever. "Yes," I whispered, too low for even myself to hear. I cleared my throat and tried again. "Yes, Rye. I am sure about this."
A smile stretched his lips upward. By the twinkle in his eyes, I could tell that he was barely holding his excitement together. As did I. I was filled to the brim, and any moment longer that I was not in bed with him, I would explode. Somewhere inside me, regret had started to bloom. Why did I take so long to realize that Rye was everything that I had ever wanted? Before I cou
