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It was sexy and erotic, an invasion of some kind of privacy that had my mind returning to that mirror from last night. Returning to the flames I saw in her eyes as she came around my fingers, the same fire that was dancing in her gaze as she danced against me.
The music stopped, and so did we, frozen in our spot, just looking at each other, knowing some barrier between us had just been broken. The cheering of the crowd around us snapped me out of the hypnotic daze I was in, making me shake my head back to reality.
“You don’t really dance, my ass,” Francesca whispered, grabbing my hand again as if she owned it and pulling me down the road.
She was fire, and fuck me if I wasn’t craving to let myself get burned.
Chapter 8
Francesca
I had an incredible time with Matt this afternoon. It was so easy to like him once we had both tried to get over our stubbornness. I felt free and light around him, like I had known him my whole life. With him, I could be myself, not having to hide parts of my life like I had to do with every guy I’d dated before.
Once we got to our hotel room after a light dinner, things got awkward again. He went back to avoiding me, scrolling on his phone on the couch, like it was his designated part of the room, while I unpacked my suitcase. There was a tense uneasiness swirling in my chest as if someone was squeezing my heart so tight that it couldn’t beat.
It stopped beating altogether when I heard the water flowing from the shower, that was for sure.
This stupid suite had glass walls all around the shower, making bathtime privacy non-existent.
I struggled not to take a peek. The mere knowledge that Matt was completely naked and soaked just a few feet away turned my breathing into an incoherent frenzy of expelling carbon dioxide because of the exaggerated rate I was sucking the oxygen in.
Get a freaking grip, Francesca!
I shut my eyes tightly, trying to veer my thoughts elsewhere, as my curiosity skyrocketed, ultimately making me lose my battle against rationality.
Fuck it!
I found myself standing next to my bed, watching as the water coated the sun-kissed skin of his broad shoulders, his muscled back, and his sensationally taut ass. His hands were flat against the glass wall as he leaned forward, his head hanging low. I pressed my thighs against one another as the pressure of my arousal grew between them. The fluttering increased as his muscles clenched into tightly defined masses that not even the best sculptors could recreate.
I sighed heavily, not being able to muffle the loud, exhaled sound that escaped my lips. Matt quickly turned around, but I managed to hide just before he saw me and just before I saw him in all his glory.
My cheeks flushed as adrenaline pumped through my body at the thought of being caught. Who even am I?
I let him finish before I came out of the walk-in closet, pretending that I had taken that long to unpack. I needed a cold shower now, but maybe it was best to wake up earlier and do it before Matt woke up.
I had thrown on a pair of loose sports shorts and a tank top, ready to lay down and relax. It was wishful thinking after seeing Matt’s sexy ass. There was no way I could fully relax now.
I threw myself on the bed, ready to open up a book on my phone as I tried to get that mouth-watering image out of my mind and other places it had no business being in. I needed time to process this undeniable need for him that was aching inside me, not to mention things were even more awkward than before.
It was like we had made a silence pact as soon as we set foot in the room. We hadn’t spoken a single word to one another since we got here, and Matt had that closed-up, cold expression on his face again.
I thought we’d made some kind of progress this afternoon, but we were back at ground zero.
???
When I woke up the next morning, Matt was already up, lowly talking on the phone as he paced around the room, sticking to the space around the living area.
“Good morning,” I said once he switched off.
“Good morning,” he replied, not bending on that stiff monotone of his.
“I was thinking of going to the pool this morning. Would you like to join me?” It was some kind of peace offering. Just me trying to get back to the place we were yesterday.
“Maybe later, I have some business to attend to.”
I thought that maybe we could have a good time, try to get rid of some of this pressure we are both putting into our “situation.” It definitely wasn’t happening.
I nodded in reply, not exactly having anything to say.
