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“I don’t have time to do this.” He motions between us. “My life is insane and coming together in a way I didn’t expect it to, yet I’m over there, wishing I had time to do”—he motions between us again—“this”
I swallow hard, and he continues, “I don’t want to sit next door on one of my very few nights off and wonder if you have someone, even though I don’t think you do or you probably wouldn’t have been asking for a kiss or”—he bites his lower lip and groans—“guiding my fucking hand.”
Oh. My. God.
“I was swept up in?—”
“I know, Cecilia, because I was, too. I’m pissed I didn’t get to touch you, feel you, hear what you sound like when you come. Had I, I wouldn’t have been sitting next door, thinking about that, too.”
“I’m not sure how to respond to that, but you should know I don’t hook up with random hot guys at concerts. I’ve been alone since—” I smash my lips shut and shake my head.
“Red, I don’t care how long you’ve been alone. I just want to know that I’m not alone in feeling this.”
Looking down, I shrug.
“Good. Now, we just have to figure out what we’re gonna do about it and what that’s gonna look like because I know you’re flying out of here most mornings, and I wanna stop wondering where you’re going then, too.”
I push some fallen strands behind my ear, clear my throat, and answer, “Work.”
“You work on Tuesday night?”
I force myself to stop acting like a fucking virgin and look up at him. “I get out around four. You?”
He nods. “I have the whole day off. You wanna hang out?”
“On one condition.”
His lips twitch up on the sides. “What’s that?”
“You rename your dog.”
He smiles big and bright, and with his eyes, too. “I didn’t name her; Hudson did. I didn’t know how I could keep her, but I’ll figure that out. She’s already growing on me. Hudson and I tossed around Eleanor—Elle for short. How do you feel about that?”
Feeling … joy, I answer, “I like it.”
Smiling, he pushes off the door and steps back. “I like you, Cecilia.”
“If we’re going to hang out and maybe be friends, you can call me CeCe.”
“Friends,” he says like he’s trying it out, tasting it. I can’t read whether he likes it or not.
I straighten my spine a bit and peer up at him. “Maybe the kind with benefits.”
“Fuck.” His nostrils flare a bit, and then he knocks on the doorframe. “I’ll see you on Tuesday.”
I nod.
Eyes bouncing from my eyes to my lips, he says, “You should shut the door.”
6
Those Lips
Our eyes are locked, hers beautiful with stunning hues of blues and greens that remind me of tropical waters, something I’ve only seen in pictures or on TV. Tropical. Turquoise. They’re sexy, brilliant, and shimmering. Her nose is even stunning and perfectly symmetrical. Her lips, a coral color, their natural shape a plump pout that’s inviting—fuck that. They’re practically begging for admiration and attention. Cecilia’s skin, like creamy white porcelain or freshly fallen snow. Flawless, delicate, smooth like silk.
Her hair is like the deepest colors of the sky at sunset. It’s all pulled up, except for a few strands falling down in thick waves that ripple like ribbons, soft and supple to the touch. I’d love to inhale her scent, like I did at the concert. She smells like freshly hung laundry, dried by the summer sun, with just a hint of floral sweetness.
Right now, her cheeks are stained a soft blush, telling me that she’s holding back her hidden desires … this time. I’d give my left nut for her to take my hand and slowly move it down her sweatpants, letting me feel her hot little body—a masterpiece of feminine appeal. She’s gotta be about five-foot-four, petite as hell, but she’s got generous curves that I’m dying to explore.
