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“Not at all,” he denied. “Dee, I’m not interested in smothering you. I just… over the last few days of us, together… I’ve gotten a glimpse of something I never thought would be in my grasp. I didn’t know if I’d see you again, didn’t know if I’d get to talk to you, touch you… but we’re here. And it’s been like stepping right into those fantasies we had, all those years ago, of what freedom would be. And I still want more. I want to know the girl I fell in love with when the concept itself was foreign to me, without any inhibitions.” He sat back a little, eyes locked with mine, just staring. “Maybe that’s selfish of me. I just don’t want anything holding you back from whoever you’re going to grow into, so I can experience it all.”
My lips parted, but it took me several moments to find any words. And even then, I turned away from him with a whispered “wow,” mortified by whathadto be a visible blush on my face.
“Did I say something wrong?” Zay asked, and I immediately shook my head.
“No.no,” I repeated, meeting his gaze. “That was… the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard, actually,” I admitted. “And I… write romance novels for a living, so I don’t think I’m easily impressed with such things.”
Isaiah laughed, scrubbing an—embarrassed—hand over his head. “I hate to disappoint, but I wasn’t trying to be romantic. Just… honest.”
“That’s what made it so romantic,” I smiled.
The corners of his mouth curved down as he thought about for a moment, then nodded. “Okay. Well… I guess in that case… dance with me?”
“Dance?” I actually full-blown laughed atthat. “It’s hilarious to me that you think I know how to dance.”
He smirked. “Nah, don’t give me that, Dee.” He leaned in, placing his hand at the small of my back—which was bare, thanks to my sexy dress. It took everything not to just melt into his touch right there. “You’ve definitely been bobbing your head, swaying, shaking your ass to the music right here on this bar stool all night. So I know you can keep the beat at least.”
As usual, his words to me were not up for debate.
He’d already slipped off his bar stool and grabbed my hand, tugging me along with him. Obviously I went along with it, not putting up a fight, because really… Iwantedto do it. Although I was not a truedancer, the idea of being hugged up close with Isaiah, moving to the bass-throbbing, sensual music that was playing now was beyond appealing to me.
And the act fully lived up to the expectation.
I couldn’t keep the smile off my face as we grooved to the music. We weren’t doing anything complicated at all, but I still had the good ass time for what ended up being the nextfivesongs, ranging from twerk music to slow dancing, not thinking about anything that could go wrong. Just letting all that apprehension, all those worries go, and having fun with my…date.
And as it turned out, nothingwentwrong.
We danced, we went back to the bar for cold—non-alcoholic—drinks and then went back to the dance floor, staying until we were sweaty and tired. And then back to my room, where we made love right on the floor by the entryway.
Afterwards, we showered together and then ordered super late room service. Then fell asleep after we overate.
The next morning, I woke Zay up for one last round on those luxurious sheets before we had to get on the road.
Not at all the trip I’d set out to take when I booked it, but… freaking perfect.
Instead of driving, Zay had hopped a flight to California to come look after me. That decision ended up working in our favor. Not only did I have him to keep me company on the trip back to Vegas, but he also insisted on doing the driving, which meant I could recline back and relax while we talked and laughed and just…vibed.
Even this part was amazing.
Back in Vegas, I didn’t linger too long once we stopped at his place to drop him off, before heading back to my own. He had some things he had to do, which was understandable, since he’d ended up on an impromptu trip to California with me for several days. He had business to take care of.
And really so did I.
Admin work to do, emails to answer, manuscripts to edit, overbearing sisters to check in with. A niece, who had stories and kisses on a backlog, just waiting for me to get back. I knew Alicia was dying to ask all kinds of questions about me and Zay, but she didn’t. We just had dinner, and kept it breezy, and… again,vibed.
Now that I was recharged from my trip, I was able to enjoy it all for what it was, instead of resenting the loss of self-isolation like I’d found before I finally pulled the trigger on my getaway.
I’d known I needed the break.
Known I needed something different, something new to revive my spirit and pull me back to center.
So... mission accomplished?
