He pulls me into his arms, and we begin to sway. His good leg takes most of the weight, and we move in a small circle, barely more than rocking back and forth, but it's perfect.
“This is nice,” I murmur against his chest.
“It is.”
His hand spreads across my lower back, warm through the thin fabric of my dress. I tilt my head up, and our lips meet in a kiss that starts tender and turns hungry. His tongue slides against mine, and I press myself closer, needing to feel every inch of him.
“You're so beautiful,” Ethan says between kisses. “Do you know how hard it was to stand there and watch other men look at you and not be able to tell them that you’re my girl?”
“I only wanted you looking at me.”
“I couldn't look anywhere else.” He cups my face in his hands. “You were the most gorgeous woman in that room.”
We're still swaying to the music, but the dancing has become secondary to the kissing. His hands roam down my back and cup my ass, pulling me tight against his erection. I gasp into his mouth, and he swallows the sound.
My phone buzzes on the counter where I left it. Then it buzzes again.
“Ignore it,” Ethan says.
But the buzzing continues, insistent and annoying. I pull away with a groan and grab the phone.
The group chat that Avery formed is blowing up.
Harper:Did you leave with Ethan???
Olivia:I definitely saw them getting into the same car. Called it. Pay up ladies
Harper: We want DETAILS
Avery:Actually no. No details. I've known Ethan too long. Keep it vague
Olivia:Speak for yourself. I want ALL the details
I laugh and show Ethan the screen. He reads the messages with a smirk.
“Looks like we're busted.”
“Looks like it.” I type a quick response.
Me:We live in the same building. He gave me a ride. That's all.
Harper:Uh huh
Olivia:The sexual tension at that party could have powered a small city
Me:Goodnight ladies
I mute the chat and set my phone face down on the counter. “Now, where were we?”
“I believe I was about to take you to bed.”
“Actually,” I say, backing toward the kitchen, “I was going to make coffee.”
“Coffee?” He looks at me like I've lost my mind. “It's one in the morning.”
“Decaf.” I turn and walk toward the kitchen, putting extra sway in my hips. “You want some?”
He follows me, his footsteps uneven without his cane. I reach the counter and start opening cabinets, pretending to look for mugs while my heart pounds with anticipation.
