Diary of a Wedding Planner in Love (Tales Behind the Veils Book 2) by Violet Howe
Authors: Violet Howe
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me. God, the come-hither look when I emerge from the dressing room is enough to make me want to pull him back in there with me.
It’s like I just hit puberty or something. I can't think about anything but being with him. Wondering what it will be like. When it will happen. How it will happen. I am obsessed. With Cabe. Who would have ever thought it possible?
We ended up on the couch again tonight, elbows and knees akimbo as we twisted and writhed and moved against one another instinctively.
But then he did it again.
He went from panting breathless, pursuing a goal with a concerted effort, to suddenly looking at me with that goofy grin and telling me how beautiful I am. It's maddening. I have sworn to myself that I won't pressure him about the past or the future, what to call our relationship, or whether or not we'll ever get a real dog without a ‘made in Taiwan’ label on its butt.
This, however, needed addressing.
"Why do you do this?" I pushed his long curls off his forehead and tousled his hair as I smiled up at him.
"Do what?" He smiled, fully aware of what I meant. He traced my jawline with his pinkie finger and then put his hand behind my head and pulled me forward for a kiss so passionate I almost forgot what I needed to know.
I remembered when he let go.
"This. You come onto me like I'm water in the desert, and you get me all revved up and ready to go, and then boom. You just pull back like it all means nothing and announce you're leaving. What's up with that?"
"I've told you. I want to wait. I want it to be right." He didn't stop stroking his fingers along my forearm as he talked. Could he really be so oblivious to what he was doing to me?
"Wait for what? When will it be right?"
He chuckled. "Tyler, you know I want you. I think it's rather obvious." He grinned and pulled me tighter against the evidence. "But I don't know. I feel like we were friends for so long, and I just don't want to go anywhere we can't come back from."
Shock numbed me like I’d been doused in cold water.
"Okay, so what does that mean? Do you want us to just be friends?" I cocked my head to the side and tried to fight the fear welling up inside me.
"We still are friends, Ty. And we're exploring that deeper and further. I just want to make sure we don't go too fast and make any decisions we regret."
Whoa, Nelly. What did that mean? We still are friends? Does he somehow think none of this meant anything? That we're just friends? I know I said before I didn't need a label or a definition, but I changed my mind.
"So we're still just friends?"
"You're putting words in my mouth. We are friends. And no matter what else we become and where this goes, I hope we will always be friends. Obviously, we've gone beyond that, but I don't want us to rush into anything."
I moved to sit up.
"I don't get it. Your hands are all over me all day. You're kissing me every chance you get. We're all up in each other's business on the couch. How do you just shut that down and say you don't want to go any further?"
"Again, you're putting words in my mouth. I never said I didn't want to go any further. But what I want and what I think is best are two different things. A lot has changed between us in the last couple of weeks, but it's only been that. A couple of weeks. I just feel like we need to put on the brakes a little. That's all."
I heard him. And I suppose on some level I understood him. I know I should have, like, admired him for it or something. Being a gentleman. Being chivalrous. Being cautious.
But I had never wanted anyone like I wanted Cabe. I felt like every doubt I'd ever had—about him, about love, about sex, any of it—was gone. I just wanted to be with him. His resistance conflicted with that and compounded my frustration.
What if I didn't want to wait? What if I wanted him to take me right then and there? What did that make me?
I've never been one to jump into bed with every guy I've dated, but surely this meant more than just
It’s like I just hit puberty or something. I can't think about anything but being with him. Wondering what it will be like. When it will happen. How it will happen. I am obsessed. With Cabe. Who would have ever thought it possible?
We ended up on the couch again tonight, elbows and knees akimbo as we twisted and writhed and moved against one another instinctively.
But then he did it again.
He went from panting breathless, pursuing a goal with a concerted effort, to suddenly looking at me with that goofy grin and telling me how beautiful I am. It's maddening. I have sworn to myself that I won't pressure him about the past or the future, what to call our relationship, or whether or not we'll ever get a real dog without a ‘made in Taiwan’ label on its butt.
This, however, needed addressing.
"Why do you do this?" I pushed his long curls off his forehead and tousled his hair as I smiled up at him.
"Do what?" He smiled, fully aware of what I meant. He traced my jawline with his pinkie finger and then put his hand behind my head and pulled me forward for a kiss so passionate I almost forgot what I needed to know.
I remembered when he let go.
"This. You come onto me like I'm water in the desert, and you get me all revved up and ready to go, and then boom. You just pull back like it all means nothing and announce you're leaving. What's up with that?"
"I've told you. I want to wait. I want it to be right." He didn't stop stroking his fingers along my forearm as he talked. Could he really be so oblivious to what he was doing to me?
"Wait for what? When will it be right?"
He chuckled. "Tyler, you know I want you. I think it's rather obvious." He grinned and pulled me tighter against the evidence. "But I don't know. I feel like we were friends for so long, and I just don't want to go anywhere we can't come back from."
Shock numbed me like I’d been doused in cold water.
"Okay, so what does that mean? Do you want us to just be friends?" I cocked my head to the side and tried to fight the fear welling up inside me.
"We still are friends, Ty. And we're exploring that deeper and further. I just want to make sure we don't go too fast and make any decisions we regret."
Whoa, Nelly. What did that mean? We still are friends? Does he somehow think none of this meant anything? That we're just friends? I know I said before I didn't need a label or a definition, but I changed my mind.
"So we're still just friends?"
"You're putting words in my mouth. We are friends. And no matter what else we become and where this goes, I hope we will always be friends. Obviously, we've gone beyond that, but I don't want us to rush into anything."
I moved to sit up.
"I don't get it. Your hands are all over me all day. You're kissing me every chance you get. We're all up in each other's business on the couch. How do you just shut that down and say you don't want to go any further?"
"Again, you're putting words in my mouth. I never said I didn't want to go any further. But what I want and what I think is best are two different things. A lot has changed between us in the last couple of weeks, but it's only been that. A couple of weeks. I just feel like we need to put on the brakes a little. That's all."
I heard him. And I suppose on some level I understood him. I know I should have, like, admired him for it or something. Being a gentleman. Being chivalrous. Being cautious.
But I had never wanted anyone like I wanted Cabe. I felt like every doubt I'd ever had—about him, about love, about sex, any of it—was gone. I just wanted to be with him. His resistance conflicted with that and compounded my frustration.
What if I didn't want to wait? What if I wanted him to take me right then and there? What did that make me?
I've never been one to jump into bed with every guy I've dated, but surely this meant more than just
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