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I was wearing purple high heels that matched my dress, and I teetered on the patio, taking small steps. Will took my arm, steering me toward the center of the patio.
“Wait.” I hung back, acutely aware of how my dress stood out in the crowd.
“Did you come here to hide, Andie?”
I stared at him. “No. I mean, I — I came here to learn things.”
His smile was bright. “Like I said, let’s have fun.”
He pulled me right into the center of the patio, wrapping his arms around me. Color and noise and what felt like a hundred eyes surrounded us. I tried to move to the music. Cautiously, my hands settled on my cousin’s shoulders. My heart thudded in my chest.
“I can barely breathe in this dress.”
“What are you saying?” Will ran his palms lazily up and down my back. Tingles shot through me.
I squinted at him. “I’m saying that it’s tight.”
“And you want me to do something about it?”
I swallowed. “Can you? You…did say you’d take care of me.”
He laughed. “Sure. I can unzip it for you right now.”
“Will!”
“You want that?” He winked at me. “You want me to take it off your sweet body?”
“No!” I gasped.
“I understand.” He bent to murmur in my ear. “You’d rather have privacy. I did say I’d take care of you. How about I take you into the house, lock the door, and strip you naked?”
“God, Will! What is wrong with you?” I gripped his collar. As his hands closed over my hips, a bright spark flared in his eyes that I couldn’t read.
“I’m joking, little cousin. But I don’t think you want it to be a joke.”
“Stop it,” I whispered. My tongue was thick in my throat, and I was wet between my thighs.
Will laughed. “Come on, Andie. Let's dance.”
Somehow, we did. People pressed close around us, laughing and shouting and grinding, but Will’s arms were locked around me, the eye in the center of a hurricane. One hand moved up — oh God — to wrap around the back of my neck.
My palms found his shoulders. I sought his eyes, trying to think straight. “What are you doing?” His arms tightened, pulling me even closer. “Will, I’m so—”
“So what, Andie?” His eyes fixed on mine with eerie intensity.
Disoriented. Overwhelmed. Wet.
“I feel like I’m in a dream.”
“Enjoy it.” His lips brushed my forehead, and then our bodies were up against each other. His lean, wiry frame seemed to touch every part of me. His muscles flexed, sinewy. My breasts pressed fully into his chest, my nipples tingling. My clit — aching.
I clutched his shoulders, feeling them move through his shirt, trying to keep from melting into him. When a hard bulge brushed my belly, shock burst through me. I saw myself taking notes, reporting to Ivy: then I felt my cousin’s penis.
“Will!” I hissed, tensing.
“Sshhh, Andie.” He held me firmly.
This was wrong. So wrong. But maybe it really was a dream. The ridge of his erection pressing into me, strong and insistent. The music wrapping around us, the crisp light scent of his cologne. Will’s voice in a haze, his lips against my hair, his teasing whispers floating over me.
