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“That does not sound healthy.” She peeked one eye open. “That feels amazingly good.”
He cracked a smile. “You have small feet so it’s not hard.”
“My feet are the national average, thank you very much,” she retorted sounding slightly miffed.
“Sensitive about your tiny feet, are you?” he teased.
She tried to yank her foot away, but he held onto it. “Oh stop. You know I love your feet.”
She snorted but relaxed again.
He rubbed her feet, taking turns between them, until she was loose and at ease. He moved his hands up her calves, rubbing the tight muscles there. And wondering how he was supposed to segue to what was on his mind.
Carefully, he crawled up her body until he was lounging in between her body and the couch.
She adjusted to make room for him and placed her hands on his chest. Then smiled up at him.
“Hi,” she said softly.
He tucked a stray tendril of hair that had escaped her braid behind her ear and stroked his thumb over the apple of her cheek. “Hi.”
She exhaled a contented sigh that rolled through his entire body.
Several nights that week he had snuck into her bed, determined to wake up with her in the morning. Only to find she’d been just as stealthy as him when she’d left for work.
But now they were both awake and together…and all he wanted was to stare at her.
“This is nice. I like being this close to you when we talk,” he said, voice low.
“Should we talk about things?’ she asked. The tone was light but her eyes were guarded.
He nodded. “What do you want to talk about first?”
“Hmm.” She pretended to think. “What are you working on at the studio?”
Oh, she wanted to talk about that? He loved talking about what he was working on. He shifted slightly so they were both a little more comfortable.
“So Zara writes her own stuff, right? But after we recorded that remix, she’s been sending me these ideas for more collabs. And we started writing and sending shit back and forth. And now we’ve got some ideas we’re thinking about putting out as an EP maybe. Or maybe more. I don’t know. It’s not like anything I’ve ever worked on and it’s kind of thrilling. I’ve never worked with another artist that’s so focused but also so open to options. She writes incredibly fast.”
He took a deep breath and pulled Sabine closer.
“That’s about it.”
“I like it when you talk about what you’re working on. Your eyes get all happy and bright.” She grinned up at him.
“I wish Curtis was half as encouraging as you are.”
Her eyebrows dipped. “Is he not on board?”
Dave growled. “That’s one of the reasons I was so out of it tonight. I’d just had a call with Curtis. He wants to come out for a meeting of all the things he thinks are the most important things in the world.”
She smirked at his bitchy attitude.
“He’s not wrong. I just hate how he acts like schedules and organization are so critical.” He knew they were important. But he didn’t want to have the little slice of peace he’d found disrupted already. And that’s exactly what would happen. Curtis would come to town, meet Sabine, andmake a plan.The man couldn’t help himself.
Every damn thing was scheduled out with that guy. Dave wouldn’t be surprised to find out that Curtis scheduled his daily bowel movements.
Curtis’s phone call also reminded him that he needed to talk to Sabine about his life. Everything that came along with being in it and being a part of it. She should have the full picture before he asked her to get on the craziest ride in town.
