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PartIII
Fine Line
13
Nora
Weston fucking Wright had fingerbanged me in the living room in the name of science.
Nothing made sense anymore.
It was a few days later, and still, it was all I could think about. Not Annie and Jordan’s wedding, which was only two weeks away. Or the Locke-King wedding that I was planning for next month. Not anything at all while I was in my office at Wright Vineyard, trying against all hope to be productive.
Except all I could think about was the sensation of his fucking fingers on my clit. The way he’d made me come harder than I ever had with my own fingers. And he hadn’t even taken my panties off.
All those years of assuming I couldn’t come, of being expressly told that I probably couldn’t, and he’d done it in a matter of minutes. My brain was in a fog from it.
I’d faked getting my glass of water so that I could see him again. And then I was the one salivating over the fact that he was in nothing but a towel around his hips. Shirtless and dripping wet, and suddenly, I was the one who was wet again. While he seemed completely unaffected by what had happened one room over.
I got my water and lay in bed, wondering what the fuck had just happened. And what I was supposed to do with the knowledge that my roommate could finger-fuck an orgasm out of me like it was his job. What would it be like with his cock? Which was only two rooms away.
It had been nearly impossible to sleep.
Then, the next morning, he’d acted as if nothing had changed. I’d had to play along despite getting way less sleep than necessary and having to book it to Starbucks to survive the rest of the day.
This was the point where I wished I had my best friend to work out what to do from here. But of course, Tamara was the problem, not the solution.
A knock on my office door pulled me from my thoughts.
“Come in.”
And to my surprise, Eve Houston opened the door. “Hey, Nora.”
I stood in surprise. “Hey, Eve.”
Even though Eve was only a year older than me, I always felt so young in her presence. As if she was so much more worldly than I’d ever be. I didn’t know if it was because I’d only had one boyfriend and she’d dated beyond my wildest dreams. Or if it was her self-confident poise, the assured tilt to her chin, the knowledge in those emerald-green eyes.
“Mind if I come in?”
“Of course.” I gestured to the seat in front of me. “Feel free.”
She slid inside, pacing into the room in tattered black jeans and a slinky black silk top. She dropped unceremoniously into the chair and crossed her feet, revealing the platform Doc Martens. She swept her long black hair over her shoulder and pursed her lips. “I hope this is an okay time.”
“Totally fine. I was just…” I trailed off as I stared at my blank screen. Nothing. I’d been doing nothing. “What can I help you with? Do you have an upcoming event?”
Eve laughed softly. “Uh, no. I’m not a big planner. And, yeah, no weddings forthcoming.” She twirled an emerald band on her right ring finger. “It’s not about that.”
“Okay?” I couldn’t help it coming out as a question.
Eve and I both played on The Tacos soccer team. She’d replaced August as one of our forwards, and objectively, she was better than he was. So, I saw her every week on the pitch and when I hung out with Piper and Blaire, but we’d never had a one-on-one. If I was honest, I’d always been a little intimidated by her.
“So…you live with Weston Wright, right?”
My stomach dropped out of my body. Fear replaced anything else I’d been feeling prior. Was she…into West? Because if that was the case, I was utterly fucked. There was no way I could compete with someone like Eve Houston.
“Uh, yeah. Yeah, we’re roommates.”
“He’s pretty cool, right?”
I nodded mutely. My hands clenched into fists in my lap. Fuck, this was going to suck. “Yep.”
“He’s here for good? I mean…his brother and sister moved here and everything.”
I gulped. “Uh, yeah. As far as I know. Harley is at Tech on scholarship, and Whitt followed her here. But, yeah, West came first.” I tried for a small laugh. “Are you wanting to date West?”
Eve tilted her head to the side and looked at me. I clearly did not manage casual. Even to myself, my voice had come out strained.
“Uh, no. That wasn’t what I was asking at all. Though did I miss that y’all are dating?” she asked carefully.
“No!” I said quickly. “Uh, no. We’re not dating.”
