Page 47 of The Second Dance
Bo has his arm around my middle. I’ve got on his shirt—an acquisition I made during a chilly late-night bathroom run. He has head tucked alongside the back of my neck, his body runs the length of mine and I’m cataloguing every point where we touch, memorizing how it feels.
And I’m definitely appreciating the way his morning wood is snugged up against my thighs.
I stayed longer than I meant to.
The plan was to sneak out once Bo fell asleep. But he had those big strong arms locked around me and I kept thinking, one more minute, then I’ll go.
One more minute.
I fell asleep at some point and I’m glad I did, because now I’m watching the sunrise in the arms of someone I think I might be falling for.
I never really gave romance much credit. Not after everything that happened. That sort of shattered my innocence.
But this… this is making me a believer.
He stirs against me. “That’s pretty,” he murmurs, propping himself up on his elbow.
I turn away from the window and can just make out the sunrise reflecting in his dark eyes. His gaze turns back down to me and he wraps a lock of hair around his finger. “You’re pretty, too.”
My first impulse is to deflect the compliment. I’ve never been good at accepting them. But I think it’s time to stop dodging and start listening.
His finger trails down the collar of his shirt, eyes crinkling at the edges. My hand slips between us, touching his hips, the soft trail of hair leading down from his belly button. Everywhere but his cock. “What’s going on here?”
“Just a natural response to a beautiful woman.”
I could point out that he’s the beautiful one, but instead, I pull his boxers down and grip him hard enough to draw out a gasp. He kisses my neck, reaching over me for a condom, and then he’s turning me onto my side, drawing my body up alongside his.
Just a few more minutes like this, I think.
Just a few more.
One blissful hour later, I manage to tear myself away so that I could sneak back home.
I pull up outside Whit’s house and glance down the street. The sun is still working its way up in the sky. After all that, it’s still barely seven in the morning.
While the world slept, my world turned upside down.
Climbing out of my car, I close it as quietly as I can, and tiptoe inside.
There’s no need. Whit is already sitting at the table in her blouse and pencil skirt.
She takes one look at my attire and cocks an eyebrow. He insisted I wear his shirt home—said he liked the way I looked in it. I knotted the shirt tails at my waist and paired with the black dress, I actually think it’s kind of cute. But it’s also like wearing my secrets around my shoulders.
She sips her coffee with a hint of a smile. “Late night?”
I pad over to the coffeepot, hoping my cheeks aren’t as red as they feel. “Maybe.”
She pats the table beside her. “You can tell me now or you can tell me later. But if I have to go to work without knowing, I might die of suspense.”
I pour some coffee and slide into the chair next to her.
She rests her chin on her hand. “Did you two…”
I slide my gaze away, smiling behind my coffee mug.
“Oh my God, Andy. Bo Thomas? Impressive.” She grins, shaking her head. “Imagine what all our classmates would think.”
I squint at her. “They wouldn’t think anything, because we are not telling them.”
