“You miss dancing, huh?”
I sigh and return my attention to Billy. “So much.”
When we’re done eating, he glances at the couples swaying together and clears his throat. “Wanna join me out there?”
“Aren’t you afraid I’ll overdo it?” I’m honestly shocked he’s suggesting it.
“How stressful will one slow dance be?” He stands and offers me his hand.
I place my hand in his and smile as the song switches to “Next Thing You Know” by Jordan Davis.
We walk out onto the floor, and he pulls me close and starts to sway. I drape my arms over his broad shoulders and lay my head against his chest. I breathe in his spicy cologne and smile when he rests his chin on the top of my head as he sings the song.
His voice is raspy and so damn sexy. Being wrapped up in his arms sends a delicious warmth through me.
By the bar, I spot Vicky, Billy’s former friend with benefits. When our eyes connect, her jaw tightens and she turns away to talk to her friends.
Billy might say they’re over, but I get the impression that was his decision, not hers.
As the song ends, he leans over to murmur in my ear. “Wanna go home and snuggle?”
I tilt my head way back to stare up at him. “Can I be the little spoon?”
He chuckles and looks me over. “Kinda think that’s the only way this works, biscuit.”
21
BILLY
After a quick shower,I towel-dry my hair and brush my teeth. I glance at Roxy’s toothbrush that sits in a mug next to mine on the gleaming white counter in her bathroom. This is so domestic. Typically shit that would terrify me, frankly.
Even though this place is technically ours, I’m not an idiot. I know everything in here belongs to Rox and her parents, who were nice enough to not bury me in a shallow grave.
When I’m done brushing, I tear off a paper towel, replace the roll in the cabinet, and wipe down the counter.
I feel compelled to be the opposite of what I am when living at the football house. Which means I can’t drink straight out of the milk container, scratch my balls whenever I feel like it, or burp loudly after I eat.
It’s called having manners, dumbass.
I’ll admit I don’t know what I’m doing, and I have no plan for tonight besides curling up around Roxy in bed and enjoying that time together.
It can’t lead to more. The girl just went to the hospital last week. Don’t think with your dick.
I seriously thought about jacking off in the shower, but then I remembered I told her I’d be fast. I moved our stuff all afternoon and felt it was only polite to clean up before bed.
I’m only wearing black boxer briefs, which is more than I usually sleep in. I already asked her if this was okay, just to double-check, and she said whatever I wanted to wear to bed is fine.
After clicking off the light, I pad out into the bedroom where she’s tucked in bed, flipping through a book. She has reading glasses perched on her little nose. Her thick hair is tied up in a huge, messy bun on top of her head. I can’t tell what she’s wearing because she has the covers pulled up under her arms, but spaghetti straps peek out.
“Hey.” She smiles over the top of her book and pulls down the comforter so I can crawl in. I catch a glimpse of her thin tank top and pajama bottoms. I don’t know how she makes something so simple look so damn sexy, but she does.
“Whatcha reading?” I ask as I stretch out next to her.
“Historical romance. My guilty pleasure.”
She hands me the book, and I scan the cover, which features a woman in a fancy ball gown all tangled up with some rich guy. “The Viscount’s Vixen. Sounds steamy.”
“So steamy.” She fans herself, and I laugh.
