She threw her head back and laughed. I felt it through her whole body.
“Friends are overrated,” she said.
* * *
Roxy
I sighedwith a happy smile on my face. I would never look at the ceiling of my bedroom the same way again. Every time I looked up, I would think of this night. After the second round, we both lay on our backs panting. Our legs spread and tossed over each other, sliding with satisfying sweat. Soon I would get cold but right now I glowed with contented warmth.
“I can’t move,” I said.
“Moving is dumb.”
I laughed and reluctantly got off him to go clean up.
When I came back to bed, he’d cleaned up too and flung back the blankets to let me in. I dove, snuggling up against his naked body. I didn’t realize how cold I was until the heat of naked skin seared me back to warmth.
“Get closer,” he demanded. “I need to touch as much of you as possible.” His hands roamed me as I cuddled closer to him with a sigh.
My head rested on his chest. His heart still beat loudly at a quick tempo. I didn’t need to see his face to know he was grinning.
“Why are you smiling?” I asked.
“I think my face is frozen like this now.”
“Well, lucky for you, it suits you.”
“You think I’m pretty,” he said.
I laughed into his sparse chest hair. I bit his nipple gently to make up for when he bit my ass earlier. I was so weird. He growled. At least he liked my freaky ways.
“I knew it would be like this for us,” I said.
He hummed a questioning sound.
“That night we danced. We were so perfectly in sync. I wanted you so bad. I knew when we came together—”
“Literally,” he mumbled.
“—it would be this good. I never felt like that with anybody which sounds cliché but, I guess, I’m a cliché now.”
He stilled under me as I started talking, but by the time I finished, his hands went back to exploring my body. I would never tire of the way he touched me, like I was the most fascinating thing he’d ever experienced.
“I knew the second I saw you that I would regret it the rest of my life if I didn’t at least ask you to dance. Then when you left …” his voice rumbled under me.
“Sorry,” I whispered.
“I felt fear like I never had. I thought, ‘If I can’t talk to her again, I will never be okay.’”
“I had never felt like that with a stranger either,” I admitted. “I think I just freaked out.”
“I was freaked out too. I couldn’t let you go. And then we talked and I knew.” He swallowed so audibly it made my heart start to race.
I wanted to ask what he knew. I wanted to hear the words. But I wasn’t sure that we were ready for that. It didn’t seem normal to feel so much so soon. This couldn’t be normal.
“I just wish …” I said cutting off his unfinished thought.
He gently prodded my shoulder. “What?” he asked.
