Chapter 4

After cleaning myself up, I go back to the window, but Bella's not on her bed anymore.

I can't see her at all.

I want to go over there, but I'm not sure what to say.

Gathering my courage, I get dressed and cross the grass between our houses. I ring the doorbell and wait, running a hand through my messy hair.

Bella opens the door wearing a deep blue robe, and my eyes betray me by roaming over her curves before resting on her face.

She smirks, and I blush.

"Did you enjoy the show?" she asks in her husky voice that makes me weak in the knees.

I rush forward, wrapping my arms around her waist and kissing her deeply. Our tongues swirl and lick, and I kick the door shut and turn to press her against it.

"That was fucking hot," I growl into her neck. She giggles, but it quickly turns into a moan as I nip at her collarbone. "I love to watch you play with yourself."

"I know," she breathes out. "I love it when you watch me."

"We should do that again sometime. I wasn't sure it would be as hot with you actually knowing about it, but damn. It was. Maybe hotter." I finish with a waggle of my eyebrows, and she smacks me playfully on the chest.

"Anytime, baby," she coos. "I could feel your eyes on me. I came so hard for you."

"I noticed." I smirk, and she kisses it right off my face.

The first time I realized I could see in Bella's window after her blinds were installed, I tried to keep my distance and not watch her.

I tried really fucking hard.

But over Spring Break I'd given in.

She caught me when I'd gotten too close to my own window. I gravitated toward her, and she ended up seeing me. She'd crooked her finger, beckoning me over. I remember thinking I was really in for it. But instead of berating me, she shocked me by attacking me almost as soon as I stepped inside her house.

There was no hiding my raging erection from her, and she pushed me down on the couch and rode me hard until we both screamed each other's names.

She admitted she'd been attracted to me for a long time. At first, I thought she only wanted me for sex.

Because we had a lot of it.

On every available surface.

That woman is fucking amazing.

But seeing as how she's almost a decade older, I didn't think she'd want anything to do with a relationship with a 22 year-old.

Thank God I'd been wrong.

We've been texting and talking on the phone ever since. Jasper still doesn't know. I don't know how he'll react when we decide to tell him.

The front door pushes against Bella's back suddenly, and both pairs of our eyes go wide with panic.

"Aw, shit," Jasper says, and I jump about five feet away from Bella as he steps through the doorway. "I figured you two'd be holed up in your room by now. Sorry, guys."

My eyebrows furrow at my best friend. "Wh-what?"

"I forgot something, and I saw you walking over here when I was coming up the street. I waited a bit, but apparently not long enough." He finishes with a smirk, and I'm dumbfounded.

"You know?" Bella asks timidly.

"Oh yeah," Jasper replies on a laugh. "I walked in on you two here over Spring Break, but you didn't see me. All I really saw was Ed's pasty ass. Thanks for that, by the way." He shudders. "But I can't say I'm surprised. I saw a text here and there on Ed's phone while we were in Cali, so I figured there was more going on."

"And you're cool with it? Or is this like, the calm before the storm or something? Are you going to punch me?"

He chuckles. "Naw, man. I've always noticed the way you look at her. It used to gross me out, but I figure you're both adults and single, so..." He trails off with a shrug, and relief washes over me. "I'm just gonna grab something out of my room, and I'll be out of your hair." Jasper takes off up the stairs, and Bella walks over to me, wrapping her arms around my waist.

I brush a few loose strands of hair out of her face, and she gives me her breathtaking smile.

"Move in with me," she says, her soulful eyes shining with love.

Most guys my age would freak out at that, but all I feel is a deep sense of rightness. I can't think of anything in this moment that would make me happier. Jasper's cool with us, and my parents have known how I feel about Bella for a while now.

"When?"

"Next weekend?"

I love the way her little nose scrunches when she asks a question.

I love everything about her. "How about tomorrow?"

Bella brushes her lips against mine. "Tomorrow's perfect," she whispers against them.

"Perfect."


Thank you so much for reading.

My sweet friend, I truly hope you enjoyed this! xoxo