“Me,” I say. “And you.”
“You answered so quickly,” he says in worry.
“That doesn’t mean I lied. I haven’t fantasized about anyone but you since you left for rehab. You’re like…the best I’ve ever had.”
His face seems to glow at the last line, taking it as truth and fact. As it is. His hand glides to my neck, caressing me gently. For the first time, I feel in a different state of mind when he touches me. In part, it has to do with my talk with Dr. Banning. I asked her what I should expect when I see Lo, and she told me that he’d want to touch me, to comfort me. And that’s what I have to accept it as. Not all touching leads to pleasure.
A hug is just a hug, not the pathway to sex.
This type, it’s new to me because I’ve never allowed myself to be touched this way, at least not without the desire of it progressing to other things.
I think I like it.
His lips press against the tender skin below my ear, and I can feel the hesitation in his body when he pulls away. “How was that?”
“Good.”
“You don’t want anything more?”
“No,” I say sincerely, “not unless you do.”
He kisses my lips again, but this time parts them a little with his. I don’t deepen it. I wait, and he deepens it himself, his tongue gently slipping in. His thumb strokes the back of my neck. When he breaks the kiss, he slowly rubs my wet bottom lip with his finger. I don’t even shudder.
I’m letting him comfort me without having sex, without the fear of enabling me. We’re trying to be a better couple, and I think this is what progress feels like.
His eyes glimmer with possibilities. “Is this your new superpower, Lily Calloway?” he asks me sweetly. “I can touch you now without feeling guilty?”
“It may not last forever.”
“Then I’ll enjoy it for now.”
For now.
I like that too.
{ 25 }
LILY CALLOWAY
We remain on the patio to watch the sun set. The only time someone disturbs us is when Rose comes out to ask if we want anything from room service for dinner. I fear that they’re only eating-in because they’re nervous to leave us alone, but I don’t question her about it. Instead, I tell her to order us a couple burgers, and then she slips back inside.
Lo still has his arms wrapped around me as I sit on his lap. The sun fades into different shades of oranges and yellows. The opulence must spark my memory. “I forgot to ask how your run went,” I say.
“Oh…that.” His tone is dry and edged, not at all what I was expecting.
I swivel a little so I can see his face. He’s glaring at the sky. The pretty sky. This can’t be good. “What happened?”
He grimaces. “I feel like if I say it out loud it will come true. Can you try to inherit some telepathy in the next five minutes?”
“I can try to guess.”
“That doesn’t sound like a fun game either.”
I narrow my eyes at him and try to put the pieces together. He was on a run, a perfectly normal run, with Ryke, Melissa, and…oh shit.
“Daisy. What did she do?” My little sister has a habit of seeking danger. I know I land on the right answer because tiny stress-wrinkles crease his forehead. It takes him a quick minute to tell me about the bartering on the beach, but when he finishes, he doesn’t look relieved.
“There’s something else, isn’t there?”
“Yeah, and it’s the part that makes me want to jump off this balcony.” He stops before spoiling the news, which only makes me curious and nervous.
“Are you going to tell me?”
He lets out a long sigh and rubs his eyes in slight distress. “I don’t even know what to call it, Lil. There’s so many words for it, but none of them really describe the situation. Inappropriate and fucked up are my favorite ones though.”
I frown. “Are we still talking about Daisy?”
“And Ryke.”
His eyes flicker to mine, taking in my reaction as he lets this sink in.
“Wait, what?” It can’t be what I think. That was all in my mind, wasn’t it?
“Daisy had cash in her bikini top,” Lo says. “Ryke made some offhanded comment about it and it led to…other comments.” His jaw tightens at the memory and then his eyes land back on me. “Why the fuck are you smiling? I just told you that my half-brother was flirting with your little sister.”
I press my lips together, to try and hide it, but I soon surrender to the fact that I’m happy. “Do you know how long I’ve thought it was all in my head?”