Moya stayed in the room the rest of the evening. I knew she was upset after seeing Samantha’s text, so I wanted to assure her again that it meant nothing.
I knocked twice on the door then let myself in when she didn’t respond. She sat down on the loveseat by the window, appearing deep in thought as she picked at her jeans. I sat down next to her.
“Moya, there’s really nothing to be jealous about.”
Slowly, I placed my hand at her back. “Come on, babe don’t let that ruin our weekend.”
“I’m not jealous. I’m fine.”
“Really?”
She rose to her feet, walking over to the window. “Yes. Really.”
I got up as well. “You should talk to me when you’re upset, and don’t walk away like you did earlier.”
Her expression relaxed as I took her hand. Turning slightly to meet my gaze, she said, “I’m not used to…being like this. I don’t like it. It makes me feel…”
“Vulnerable,” I finished for her. “I understand, babe.”
She faced me fully, her chocolate brown eyes craving for me. “I hate that another girl loved you that much, before me.” She laughed at herself. “It makes me seem possessive, but I want to love you more…so much more than she did.”
“That’s intense,” I teased.
Scoffing, Moya rolled her eyes and spun away from me, staring out the window again. I edged closer and cloaked my arms around her. “I like how passionate you are, because I’m the same. I want to be your first and your last. I want every part of you, Moya.”
Seconds later, I was peering into her mesmerizing eyes again. My heart started to race just as her breathing strengthened. There was something rising between us. Heat circulated in the air, making it difficult to control my thoughts.
Unexpectedly, Moya pushed into my chest, biting on my bottom lip as she kissed me hard.
We continued for a while, burning up in desire, until Moya yanked on my shirt and guided me over to the bed.
