Play Me Like You Mean It
“Are you sure? I don’t want this to feel like gratitude, like you’re paying me back. I want it to happen because you like me. Because you want this… want me.”
My chest ached at the weight in his tone. Before he could keep going, I cut him off, the words spilling out before doubt could choke them.
“I like you, Cade. I really do.”
The slow curve of his smile returned, softer this time, like my words were all he’d been waiting for. He leaned in, his lips brushing mine in a soft test before deepening the kiss until breathing felt like an afterthought.