Don't Let Go by Michelle Lynn

opens it before he hands it over to me.
    When he puts it on the table, he leans over and kisses me. “I have been waiting to do that all day.” He pulls away but I grab his shirt, bringing him back to me. I lick his lips and he opens with his tongue eager to meet mine. As he places his hand on the back of my neck, I loop my fingers through his hair and he groans into my mouth. He wants more so I slowly bring my tongue back into my mouth to end the kiss. The last thing I want to do is lead him on.
    “Wow. Should have started that earlier,” Brady jokes and walks back over to the fridge.
    I take a sip of my water, the coolness calming me down a bit. I have never been with a man that kisses like Brady. He never rushes it or tries to stop, as though he has all the time in the world to kiss me.
    “I hope you like egg salad.” He takes a Tupperware container out of the fridge.
    “I do. Did you make it?”
    “This morning, before I came to get you.”
    “Brady Carsen, you are full of hidden talents.” I bring my knees up and watch him move around the kitchen. It is sexy as hell seeing him go from the fridge to the counter, grabbing a knife and cutting the homemade bread we bought. His movements are smooth and decisive.
    “Sadie?” He snaps me out of my trance.
    “Sorry, yeah?” I shake my head back and forth.
    “Something has been on my mind since that time at the Student Center.” His back is still turned from me while he washes the lettuce in the sink.
    “What?” I ask, curious.
    “The deal breaker. What are yours?” he asks.
    “Um…I don’t know. I guess I just know them when I see them,” I admit.
    “Oh, come on. Tell me just one,” he pleads.
    “Alright…” I hesitate. I don’t know him nearly enough for this. Theo and I would go back and forth all day with our deal breakers, but I knew he never judged me and I never judged him. “I don’t like dirty shoes. The ones that are so worn and dirty, but I also don’t like brand new blinding white ones either. I know it’s stupid but…”
    Brady interrupts me, “It’s fine. Glad I don’t have to worry about that.” He makes me feel better.
    “So, what are yours?”
    “Well, I hate to admit this and it’s probably some guys’ opposite of deal breaker. I hate it when a girl bends over and you can see her thong,” he confesses and turns around to face me. He casually crosses his ankles and leans against the counter.
    “So if I bent over right now and you could see my thong, you would politely drive me back to the dorm and never see me again?” I raise an eyebrow at him.
    “Like I told you that day, I don’t think there are any deal breakers when it comes to you. Privately, feel free to bend over and show me your thong anytime but please don’t do it in front of other people. I don’t like guys seeing what’s mine.” He pushes himself off the counter to retrieve the two plates.
    “I’m yours?” I question.
    “Yep,” he says, matter of fact. “I’m sorry, did you not want to be mine?” He smirks over at me, knowing my answer.
    “I didn’t say that.” I bite my lip and stare down at the egg salad sandwich in front of me with a side of fresh fruit. I think I just agreed that Brady is my boyfriend. Too bad it will be short-lived.
    After lunch Brady gives me a tour of the house. Like I assumed, there are three floors. The main floor is the kitchen, family room and dining room. The second floor has the bedrooms, each guy having their own room and they all share two bathrooms. Outside of Brady’s room is a staircase up to the third floor, but he tells me it is all storage stuff so he doesn’t take me up there.
    I’m happy when he doesn’t walk into his room but just shows it to me through the doorway. I definitely can’t handle sitting on a bed with him. He does have a nice queen-size bed that looks appealing though.
    We walk down to the basement. Brady seems giddy with excitement before opening the door. When he pushes it open,