"I was honored to be your first, too," she said with a quirk of her brow.
And just like that, my dick was hard.
"Alright, troublemaker," I said, makin' to stand. "Let's get outta here before I bend you over this table and get uskickedout."
We made our way back out to the sidewalk along Main Street, Calvin lookin' inside storefront after storefront.
"I take it you never been downtown Bozeman," I said as I reached out and grabbed her hand.
I didn't interlace our fingers.
Only monsters walked holdin' hands that way.
Instead, I wrapped my hand around hers—palm to palm, my thumb sweepin' across her knuckles. I'd held hands a lot in my life. Hell,allSassy and I had done for what felt likeyearswas hold hands.
This felt different. Satisfyin' in a way I hadn't expected.
I hadn't thought twice about doin' it, mostly 'cause I didn't think twice about much of anythin'. There'd been a damn good chance she'd'uv pulled away.
But she didn't.
And that had my heart hammerin' against my sternum.
Maybe she was too distracted by the sights and sounds of the city to notice.
Then, she squeezed my hand and looked at me. "Nope. Where to?"
"Depends."
"On?"
"How you're feelin'."
"I'm feelin' like havin' some fun."
"You ain't havin' fun already?"
"Meh," she said with a shrug.
Little shit stirrer.I reached over and poked her in the ribs, makin' her laugh.
"Alright, I got an idea." I led us toward a crosswalk. I didn't come into Bozeman often these days, but Rhett, Sassy, Luke, and I had come enough times over the years that I knew a few good spots.
The orange hand gave way to the little white man, and we took off. I stopped dead in my tracks, accidentally yankin' Calvin back when she kept movin'.
She turned back to me, brows furrowed.
But I wasn't lookin' at her. I was lookin' at my brother headed my way. "Lu?"
His head whipped up from where it was buried in his phone—the same one he musta seen all my texts on but chose not to answer—and his eyes bugged.
"Uh, hey, Bro."
The three of us stood in the middle of the crosswalk, as the orange hand began to blink, countin' down from ten. Luke shoved his phone in his back pocket. He still looked like a damn deer in headlights.
"What're you doin' in Bozeman?"
"Oh, I'm,"—his gaze darted around—"uh, shopping."
