The fact I can't concentrate on the movie in front of me is an overstatement.

Thomas and I are sitting on the floor with our backs resting on the couch and a plate of petit gâteau in front of us. I let him choose the movie and to my surprise; he went with a romantic comedy Alexia and I have seen over a thousand times before. I didn't have the heart to tell him that, though, as he seemed genuinely interested in the story.

"Are you okay?" he asks and I realize the movie is over.

"Yeah." I clear my throat. "Why?"

"You haven't really touched your food and keep staring at your hands." He turns to me, the tip of his fingers brushing some strands of hair out of my face.

"Honestly?" I look at him, admiring how handsome he is, how utterly focused on me he is right now.

"Tell me what's going on in your mind," he whispers.

"This... This feels too good to be true. Us. Like this is..." I let out a quick breath when he frowns. Something weird passes behind his eyes. But he hides it so quickly, I wonder if I really saw it.

"Is that a bad thing?" He caresses my cheeks, a smile that doesn't really reach his eyes playing on his lips.

I swallow past the sudden lump in my throat. "When are you traveling again?"

Searching my eyes, he holds my nape as he whispers, "In a couple of weeks."

"Where are you going?" I ask, unable to hide my disappointment. Don't get me wrong. I love what he does and how proactive he is in trying to make the world a better place. I just wish he could do it around here or that, at least, he wouldn't be far away often.

"I can try to find someone to replace me or..." He starts, and for the first time, I can see it in his eyes how conflicted he is.

"You know I can't ask you to do that." My hands find his cheek, and I don't miss the way his jaw ticks.

"I don't want to lose you." He presses his forehead to mine, creating a sacred bubble around us. One that feels warm and comfortable, but one that, unfortunately, has fragile skin.

They say avoidance is never a solution. That, as adults, we should learn ways to manage the variety of feelings that flow around us.

If I were smarter, I'd learn from my mistakes. I'd learn to protect my heart and my feelings at all costs so no man would ever break the walls I'd build around it.

But I am anything but smart when it comes to Thomas.

Deep down, I knew I would fall for him when he asked to be my friend.

And on some level, I know he'll break my heart one day.

It doesn't mean I don't want to cherish what we have.

At least for now.

Or for as long as it lasts.

Pressing my lip to his, I slide my hands down his shoulders. The knots on his muscles let me know how tense he is, and the way he grips my nape shows me he's as helpless as I am right now. As if he's also sensing how thin the hold we have on each other is.

"Lisa..." he whispers.

Not allowing time to overthink things, I pull him into another kiss. He tastes like chocolate and something that is only him. An addictive combination that ignites my desire.

And this time, I shut every voice in the back of my mind and focus only on how sweet his lips taste.

Groaning, he nips my lower lip, kissing me deeper this time. His hands find my waist, and soon he's hauling me over to him. Only, the small space we're cornered in is too small, and I ended up banging my knee on the coffee table.

"Ouch," I murmur, an involuntary chuckle leaving my lips.

"Are you okay?" He adjusts himself, and I use the opportunity to stand up and offer him my hand.

"Let's go to my room." I smile, loving that he pulls me to him the moment he's up.

"Lisa." He cups my cheeks, his eyes searching mine.

"I'm so tired of overthinking everything, Thomas." I hold his forearms. "So tired of fighting my feelings for you."

"God, I missed you so much." He breathes, right before pulling me into a kiss. A kiss that makes me forget everything around us.

His hands grab my waist as he kisses his way down my neck, and I shiver in response. "Thomas..."

Instead of saying anything, he kisses the sensitive spot where my shoulder and neck meet.

There's no space left between us but somehow I want us to be closer. My hands find his shirt but before I can move to pull them over his head, he's grabbing my butt in a way I have no option but to wrap my legs around him.

Smoothly, he walks us to my room. I thought he would head straight to bed, but he surprises me by pressing my back against the wall by the door.

"Lisa..." He touches his forehead to mine. "I want you so much..."

"But?" I swallow, my eyes closing tightly.

"I'm afraid to mess this up." He pulls away and I open my eyes to see how serious he is. "I can't go back to what we were before." He swallows hard. "I want you too much to keep lying to myself."

"Thomas..." My eyes well up with tears. "I don't know what fate has in store for us. But I don't want to keep lying to myself either. All I know is that I want you too."

"You're the best thing that has happened in my life." He holds my gaze for a second right before kissing me senselessly.

Unwrapping my legs from his waist, I press my hands to his chest to steady myself. My heart is pounding in my chest, but when our eyes meet, I know there's no going back for us. Pushing my hands up beneath his shirt, I feel his heart beating fast too and that's enough to show me he's right there with me.

With his eyes locked on mine, he pulls his shirt off his head and unbuttons his jeans. He's giving me time to think, to make sure this is what I want.

"Take it all off." I bite my lower lip, and he smirks in response as he does what I say.

When his boxers hit the floor, everything in me tightens. He's perfect. His tall, lean body has the right amount of muscles. His washboard abs are the hottest thing I've ever seen.

Unable to keep my hands to myself, I press them to the sexy V muscles on his pelvis. But before I have time to move them lower, he grabs my wrist and pulls them up my head.

"Not so fast." He groans, burying his face in my neck and nuzzling a spot behind my ear. "I think you're too overdressed."

"Am I now?" I chuckle when he quickly takes off my blouse and pants, leaving me only in my bra and panties.

"Do you know how much I've dreamed about this?" He bites my shoulder, and I let out a soft sigh as sweet tension builds up in my lower belly.

"Yeah?" I press my lips to his jaw.

"I thought I was going crazy..." he murmurs as he grabs me bride-style and places me in the center of my bed.

The moment I feel the weight of his body over mine, I let out a soft sigh. He feels perfect. So perfect I feel my whole body tingle with anticipation. "Well, now you have me all for yourself..." I whisper. "What are you going to do about it?"

His eyes go impossibly dark the moment the words leave my lips, and it feels like I've unleashed the bad boy inside him. There's a smirking playing on his lips now, and his gaze shines with way too much mischief in it.

A strong shiver of arousal moves through me as he catches my wrists, pinning them to the mattress. "I love your body," he unclaps my bra, catching my nipple between his teeth.

"Ah." I moan, when he tugs it, bringing me just a tiny dart of pain.

"So sweet," he whispers, trailing kisses down my navel.

Tugging his hair, I'm not sure if I'm trying to pull him up or down. "Thomas."

"Do you know how many times I've thought about tasting you?" He slowly takes off my pants, running his tongue over his lower lip as his eyes are roam over my body,

He buries his face in my cleft, nipping at my inner thigh and torturing me in the most delicious way.

"I didn't know you had such a dirty mouth on you." I smile when he pulls my legs wide open.

"Oh, you have no idea, baby." He growls, his tongue flickering over my clit. "I've wanted my mouth on you for as long as I can remember."

"Told you men and women can't be friends." My head presses hard into the pillow, as he licks me with a gentle suck.

"Ha." He chuckles, making me writhe against his mouth. "Maybe some people can... But not you and me." His tongue thrusts into my sex, lapping at my throbbing clit with a steady rhythmic suction.

"Fuck!" I moan, and he lets out a hoarse groan that vibrates perfectly against my flesh.

Pushing two fingers inside me, he massages the tender spot inside me as his lips taste me. I try to come up with something to say, but I'm suddenly consumed by desire.

"So fucking perfect," I hear him murmur and I gasp as pleasure invades my whole body. My core tenses and my limbs shake as my orgasm rolls through me in waves.

"Yeah..." I trash against him, crying out in delight.

I'm still trying to catch my breath when he stretches on top of me, tucking his forearms on the outside of my biceps and pressing them to my side as if creating, once again, a perfect bubble around us — one where we can just be ourselves without the worries and responsibilities of the real world.

When our eyes meet again, there are no promises or solutions to the problems this new side of our relationship will bring us. However, there's something in Thomas's gaze that I've never had with any other man: Love. It's raw and big and so intense, that tears stung in my eyes.

In the back of my mind, I register the thought we should probably get a condom. But at the same time, I realize I haven't trusted a guy like I trust Thomas. I've been religiously on a pill for as long as I can remember and have never done it without one.

Sex was just sex for me. But this is Thomas. This is different. And I don't want any barriers between us.

"I don't have any condoms with me..." he murmurs as if reading my thoughts. "I haven't been with anyone since we met, and I'm clean. I mean, I get checked once a year because of work, and I..."

"Thomas." I bite my lower lip, loving his ramble. "I trust you."

The smile he rewards me with is one I'll never forget for as long as I live.

Pressing his lips to mine, he kisses me deeply, quickly igniting my body again. I ran my hands through his hair as he adjusts on top of me — the tip of his erection finding my entrance.

"Lisa, I..." he whispers, stopping himself. His eyes filled with emotion as he rams into me, sinking balls deep in one fluid motion.

"Thoms!" I gasp, my legs circling his waist as I get used to him. He is big, hard, and so deep; I feel my heart slam into my chest with love for this man.

"Fuck!" One of Thomas's hands finds my nape as the other cups my butt. He's breathing fast, his whole body in tune with mine. "Christ, you feel so good. So good..."

Tightening his hold, he pulls out to the tip — his eyes studying mine as if memorizing every inch of me. My core twitches with anticipation but soon he slams forward. 

Hard. 

Deep.

Over and over again.

"Ahhh...." I cry out, my arms circling his neck as I clench around him. Pleasure rips hard and fast through me as he shoves his body into mine repeatedly.

Our bodies are connected in every way, with no inch of space separating us. Heated sex words leave his lips as he buries his face in my neck and soon he's driving me crazy with the need to come again. "You feel so good... I'm so hard... I'm so deep inside you... You're so wet... So perfect..." he whispers.

Letting out a helpless sound, a bolt of pleasure explodes in my core as my hips meet his with every thrust. I'm desperate for him. Never have I felt this possessive about a man before, never have I felt the need to claim, to make someone mine. But when Thomas keeps his focus solely on me, as if nothing matters in the world but how good I feel; I know I'll never be the same after this.

The beginning of an orgasm starts deeply inside me and Thomas lets out a curse when I tighten around him. "Come for me. I can feel your greedy pussy ready to come for me."

"Fuck." I climax in a rush, my body responding to his dirty mouth and hot body.

"Ah..." His hand lifts my butt as he thrusts hard into me.

My nails dig into his hips when he buries his erection deep inside me. "Yeah..."

"Lisa." He throws his head back, his body shuddering as he finds his own release.

I don't know how long we stay like that, bodies entwined and mouths sliding over shoulders, neck, and shoulders. I just know that Thomas has rocked my world. Mentally and emotionally. I've never felt this complete, this claimed before. And I have no idea where to go from here.

I have no idea what to do right now.

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A/N: Oh no... Where should they go from here?

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