a quick death in her head. The blare of previews couldn’t pull her out of the cozy sensation that ran through her as she snuggled into him, wanting more of that contact.
“Nope, just perfect.” Her hip bumped his before her leg pressed against his fully. She wanted as much contact as she could get away with before this turned from friendly to steamy in a matter of seconds.
The urge to get closer, to lay her head down on his shoulder, prickled at her consciousness. She gave in without hesitation, wanting to continue the sensation of his closeness. Snuggling into his side, she laid her head down. He wrapped an arm around her, drawing her closer. After a few seconds of watching the previews, her body stilled. This is sort of weird. He’s my best friend and one-time lover, and we’ve never really done something like this before. I’ve kissed him, seen him naked, felt him inside me, and am now snuggling with him as if we’ve done this forever.
“What’s up?” Alexi shifted his body toward her but didn’t remove his arm. He paused the movie without looking at the screen.
“Is this weird? Are we moving too fast?” She titled her head back to gaze up at him, hoping he would reflect some of her confusion and understand her.
“It’ll take effort. I won’t lie and say I haven’t wondered about what it would be like to be here with you, among other things. We just have to take it one day at a time.” He dropped a kiss on her head. “And if things feel weird, we tell the other person.” He shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal.
Just like usual. But this is romantic. Not a need to fulfill some sexual desire or just hanging out as friends . She wasn’t sure how to do what he’d suggested.
“So this week won’t be a feeling-out period at all. You just want to pass go?” She knew Alexi well enough to know he didn’t commit himself to something on a whim. He’d thought about it, run the odds, and took in all pros and cons.
“Very. I know we live in different cities now, but that doesn’t mean we can’t explore where this goes, and if things get really serious between us, we’ll cross that bridge together. Now shut up and watch the movie.” He dropped another kiss on the top of her head and shifted his body away from her and faced front.
She patted him on the stomach. “Now I’ll just talk through it all. You just wait.” Focus on the movie; think about everything else later, she thought to herself.
While digging into her ice cream, which was mostly soup, she commented on his pick—a classic about a woman being all that was left on a marine mission into space before they were overrun by aliens. No matter how hard she tried, and despite his words, she couldn’t help but think that their relationship dynamic had changed, but she didn’t know if it could be seen as for better or worse. She could never look at him as just her best friend ever again. Now she had to see him as a possible romantic interest. The question was, did she want to see him in this light with all the miles between them?
Chapter Five
Tension radiated off her and bounced off him. She didn’t seem to be able to find a spot that would make her comfortable. He gritted his teeth, resisting the urge to wrap an arm around her shoulder and hold her still. When she shifted for the fifth time in half an hour and her elbow hit his forearm, he couldn’t hold his tongue any longer.
“Ti?” He had an idea that would stall her. He just hoped she wouldn’t call him a cheater. This was not the way he would win the bet, that was for sure.
She tilted her face up at him, her eyes filled with confusion and affection; for a moment he allowed himself to get lost in her gaze before he lowered his head and kissed her. Her lips parted, and her tongue darted out to play along the seam of his mouth. He opened for her and engaged, tangling and sliding his tongue against hers as the taste of the ice cream and her drink rolled over his taste buds. With