His hands cup my jaw. His eyes dip to my cleavage. And if I didn’t know better, I’d think I’d become someone else—that I had a different face, a different body. The way he looks at me makes me feel beautiful. When he kisses me, I liquify and forget all my insecurities.

He slides his hands down my back to my ass, tugging me tighter against him until I can feel the long ridge of his erection through my jeans. “Do you remember that night in your room?” he whispers, his breath warm in my ear.

Do I remember? Hell, it’s moved from memory to my favorite fantasy. I wonder how many times I’ve relived that night in my brain. “Of course I do.”

“I almost left as soon as you fell back asleep.”

“Why?”

“Because I wanted more. And I thought you might give it to me. And then I’d hate myself.”

I run my fingers down the line of his jaw. He hasn’t shaved since before he flew here, and rough stubble abrades my fingertips. “I would’ve given you anything.” The idea is terrifying. He touched me and made me come, and I was ready to throw away my plans and move across the country to chase him. If we’d made love that night, I would’ve been a mess.

“I never expected you to wait for me, but I hate that he got that piece of you.”

I turn, watching the lights flash by outside my window. “Is this about my virginity? Was that first time a guy was inside me somehow more important than what I can offer now?”

“No. I’m just jealous, Shay. Jealous as fuck that the timing was right for you and him and not for you and me.” He cups my face. “Jealous that no matter what happens tonight, when you go home it’ll still be easier for you to be with him than me.”

Easton is jealous of Steve. This baffles me. Half of my brain is convinced this is a dream. The other half is pretty sure I’ve somehow slipped into an alternate reality. “I wanted more that night too,” I whisper. Because in this timeline, I get to say exactly what I’m thinking. “You touched me, and then I wanted to . . .” I swallow. “I wanted more.”

His lips brush mine, then open, and he sucks at my bottom lip. When he tilts his head and nibbles up my neck, shivers of pleasure race along my skin. He flicks my earlobe with his tongue before sucking it between his teeth. I lean into him, half mortified by the moan that slips from my mouth. He wraps me up tighter.

I close my eyes, afraid the moment might disappear if I focus too intently on anything. If this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up.