Page 117 of Toeing the Line


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“I love it,” Edie says. She’s still holding on to me, as she takes in her sister. “I think it’s perfect. Don’t you, Zeke?” Her expression carries a weightier question. She wants to know if this is for real, if her sister and I are doing this thing.

I look back at Faye as she turns to face us, smoothing imaginary wrinkles from the dress.

“Perfect,” I agree.

“You brought blueberry coffee?” Faye asks, her eyes flashing that slightly crazed look I’ve seen many a morning or late night.

“Why don’t you take the dress off first,” I say, holding the coffees out of reach. Her cheeks flush and I realize what I’ve said as the other ladies cackle and hoot at my words.

“Yeah, let’s not risk a coffee stain before we pay for the dress,” Edie says with a good-natured smile. But Faye’s eyes go wide and she reaches for the tags. I realize she hasn’t budgeted for this.

“Don’t worry about it,” I whisper.

“But I can’t—”

“I said, don’t worry about it.”

Faye’s gaze is startled, so different from the confident girl I’ve fallen for, and her eyes dart between me and her sister.

“It’s fine, Faye,” Edie says, picking up on her sister’s concern. “It’s a non-issue. Now hurry up and change so we can get some pizza. I’m starving.”

The other two girls go with Faye behind the curtain, presumably to help her out of the dress. But Edie lingers, her expression unreadable, like she wants to ask a question.

“You’re serious about her?” she asks, finally.

Faye and I haven’t even talked about this. It feels wrong to tell someone else I plan to hold on to her as long as she’ll let me before I even tell her.

“Of course you are,” she says, folding her arms over her chest the same way Faye does. She chuckles to herself and taps her nose. “I don’t know how you could look at someone the way the two of you look at each other and not be.”

I hope she’s right. I hope this isn’t all one-sided. I don’t think it is, but we haven’t talked. Hell, we haven’t been in the same place in too long and I’ve missed her… even just touching her a little bit ago wasn’t enough.

“Good talk, Zeke,” she says, as Faye comes back into the main room.

She takes the coffee from me and takes a deep drink.

“I really needed this,” she says, smiling in that way that only she does.

“Pizza time!” the redhead cheers.

“Where to?” Edie asks the group.

“Actually, do you mind if I take my girl out for a proper date?” I ask, pressing my hand into her lower back.

She stiffens, and looks down at her coffee, and then up at me. Fuck, I don’t know if I can actually manage a proper date with her right now. Not the way she’s looking at me like I’m her whole world.

“But we—” Liza starts, but Edie cuts her off.

“Go. Be with each other. We’ll see you back at the house later?” Edie says, pressing a kiss to Faye’s cheek. They say goodbye and I get the door for Faye.

The Jeep I rented is parked in the corner of the darkened lot and I carry her dress to the back seat. I shut the door and turn around. She’s standing there, her cheeks flushed pink, her eyes glittering in the weak lamplight. She looks nervous, uncertain, but all it takes is her nibbling on that plump bottom lip before I can’t hold myself back. I take her coffee and set it next to mine on the roof of the Jeep and then I take her by the waist and crush my lips to hers. She’s soft, surprised for a moment. But as the shock wears off, she melts into my kiss.

I have the most intense sense of tunnel vision as her fingers curl into my shirt, and I grip the back of her neck, tilting her chin. She tastes like blueberries and coffee and something soft and sweet. She moans into my mouth, the vibrations going straight to my cock, and I press it into the V between her legs. She moans again and I know we need to stop before I can’t hold myself back.

My heart is racing as I press my forehead to hers and cup her soft, sweet cheeks.

“I’ve been wanting to do that all night,” I whisper, pressing another kiss to her sweet lips.

“All night?” she asks, her cheeks flushing a pretty pink.

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