He licked his lips. “I don’t want to say yes.”
“You don’t want to say yes, but is that your answer?”
He scrubbed his face with his free hand. “Yeah. It threw me off a little bit.”
“That’s embarrassing,” I griped. “But I don’t know what’s worse—if we talk about it or if we don’t. I don’t want things to be weird with you because you mean way too much to me to let anything affect our friendship. But things are just different now, so I don’t know what we need to do, but we need to do it as soon as possible.”
“So, you noticed the difference too?”
I turned onto my side so we were eye-to-eye. “Hell yeah! This morning you basically ran out of the kitchen to get away from me,” I exclaimed. I lifted my shoulders. “But honestly, it’s not just you. I didn’t know what to say or how to approach it either. So, let’s get it all out now. Complete honesty. No bullshit.”
“I don’t know…” he said slowly, dragging the sentence out. “Complete honesty and no bullshit has always worked for us but things are…different.”
“It’s the only way we’re going to get past it,” I told him nervously.
“Okay. Fine,” he agreed, taking a second to collect himself. When our eyes locked, I could see there was something he wanted to ask me, but he was holding back.
“Did you see everything?” I wondered, gesturing to my body.
He quickly licked his lips. “Yes.”
Nodding, I closed my eyes for a second. I hated how that acknowledgement turned me on. “Did you see me, or did you watch me?”
“I saw you. It was seconds. The moment I realized, I left,” he explained.
I could tell he was telling the truth and again, I nodded.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized. He reached out to comfort me and then pulled back. “I didn’t know, and I wouldn’t just walk in on you like that.”
“Don’t be sorry. This is your apartment. This is your bedroom. This is your bed. But this was not your fault, so you have nothing to be sorry for.” I reached out and put my hand on his arm. “I’m sorry for doing it in here.”
“It’s all good. I promise.”
I gave him a small smile. “I have another question,” I began tentatively. “When you said you went to the bathroom to calm down, did you masturbate?”
“No…”
My stomach sank. It felt like there was more to his answer, but I was too caught off guard by the disappointment I didn’t expect to feel that I didn’t say anything.
“I have a question for you though…” He hesitated, looking around the room before he started again. “This morning…”
I felt my heart in my throat. “At breakfast?”
“No. Before. We um, we fell asleep like we normally do, but I don’t know. I woke up and we were a lot closer…”
“Oh.” I let out a shaky breath as silently as possible. “Yeah.”
He looked at me expectantly. “Were you rubbing your ass on me on purpose?”
Oh. My. God. I felt the heat rush up my neck and flush my face.
I nodded. “Yeah,” I whispered.
His chest rose and fell before he spoke. “Why?”
I closed my eyes and removed my hand from his arm. “I’m sorry. I’m so stressed that I wasn’t thinking clearly. I woke up horny and you were holding me… and your dick was hard… and you were moaning—”
He froze. “I was moaning?”
“Yeah.”
“Did I say anything else?”
“No…” I searched his face and my heart started pounding in my chest. “Why? What were you thinking about?”
“I can’t remember,” he uttered softly.
Lies. I could tell by the way his voice broke he was lying. Unfortunately, the sound was so sexy that everything below my waist tightened.
“What were you thinking about?” he questioned.
Blinking rapidly, I tried to buy some time. “When?”
“When you were purposely rubbing your ass against me, what were you thinking about?”
I licked my lips. “I can’t remember,” I lied.
He moved closer and held my gaze. “I don’t believe you.”
I shifted my body toward his, painfully aware of how my tank top brushed against my skin. “I don’t believe that you don’t remember what you were dreaming about.”
“Tell me what you were thinking about, Brook.” His voice dropped an octave. “What was going through your mind when you were grinding on me?”
My nipples were rock hard. Not breaking eye contact, I confessed, “I was thinking about being fucked.” I watched his lips part slightly. “What were you thinking about?”
“Something I haven’t been able to get out of my head,” he answered.
The sexual tension was so thick that I was finding it harder to breathe. Desire coiled in the pit of my belly. “Say it. I want to hear you say it.”
“What do you want me to say? I accidentally walked in on you playing with your pussy and haven’t been able to stop thinking about it?”
“Jay…” I exhaled his name. The air left my lungs and for a second, I forgot how to breathe.
“I was thinking about you when I woke up this morning.” His eyes were zeroed in on my lips. “Is that what you want me to say?”
“Is that the truth?”
“Yes.”
I squeezed my legs together to calm the ache between them.
“Now say what’s on your mind, Brooklyn,” he demanded.
Something about his authoritative tone eliminated my inhibitions. Words just started tumbling from my mouth. “I’ve been stressed. I needed a release so when I was playing with myself, I fantasized that I was with you. I’d never fantasized about you before, but the second you entered my mind, my pussy got so wet. I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about you. You were
