“Stop staring at me,” he said, his voice thick with sleep.
“Well, excuse me,” she teased as his lips made a trail up her neck. He smiled before taking her mouth with his in slow, deliberate kisses. She was starting to believe that kissing Phillip was as natural as breathing. His kisses were swoon worthy, breathtaking, and something she yearned for. Hugging her closer to him, he released her mouth, placing sweet kisses along her jaw before resting his nose in her hair.
“Shh, go to sleep. I’m not ready to get up.”
She smiled moving her hand up and down his back as he slowly did the figure eights with his fingers at the base of her back. She felt so content, as if she was made to lie in this bed and lazily move her fingers along his back and the nape of his neck. She didn’t want to move. She didn’t want to call to make sure everything was ready for the recital, or even for Harper’s baby shower. She just wanted to lay here with Phillip and forget about the rest of the world. She wanted to get lost in his kisses, in his body, and maybe they could find a way to transport Claire in until they wanted to get tangled in the sheets and she could transport out again. Pausing, she rolled her eyes at that thought. She needed to lay off the Star Trek because there was no way they could transport her, but Reese wished they could because she wanted both of them all the time.
She loved them…oh fuck.
Sitting up quickly, Reese grabbed her chest and heaved in a lungful of air. She did not just think that. She did not. It was a figment of her imagination. Yeah, that was it, but when Phillip sat up too, running his hand up Reese’s back before asking, “Baby, what’s wrong?” she looked at him and knew it was true. Hopping out of bed, she grabbed a shirt and then some underwear, inwardly freaking the hell out because what was she thinking? What was she doing?
“Reese?”
“I’m so sorry,” she said, heading for the kitchen.
“Sorry? What the hell, come to bed, no reason to be sorry. I’ll cook us breakfast later, or we can go get Claire, go to IHOP or something.”
She shook her head. God how she wanted that, but she couldn’t. She fucked up. How did she allow this to happen?
“I think you should go,” she uttered, her heart breaking in her chest as she choked back a sob.
“What?” he asked and when she looked back at him, he was standing up, pulling his boxers up. “What the hell is going on?”
“I fell for you,” she said and it stunned him, his eyes going wide. Her lip trembled as she looked up into his piercing blue eyes. They stood for a very long time—her not knowing what to say, while he just stared at her. His hands at his side, his eyes searching hers as she tried to catch her breath, but she was finding it hard to do. She felt her chest constricting, her heart pounding against her ribs, and she couldn’t think because oh, God, she loved him. A lot.
When his head cocked to the side, she held her breath as he took in a deep breath before resting his hands on his hips. “Okay, and you’re sorry for this because?”
Well, she sure didn’t expect him to say that. Placing her hands on her hips, mimicking his stance, she said, “This is supposed to be fun, and I fucked it up by falling for you. I’m so sorry. Please, I can’t believe I did such a stupid thing. I know that we said we’d end this when it got boring, but I think we need to end it because I fell and I’m stupid and I—”
“Will you shut the hell up, please?”
She looked up to see him pinching the bridge of his nose.
“I’m trying to tell you that I am sorry because this can’t happen. I can’t be in love with you because it—”