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I couldn’t help myself, I had to say the words. We haven’t talked about what, if anything, this all means. The opportunity to fish for information presented itself and I couldn’t let it pass by.
“Right, of course. Yeah,” he says in a gruff voice.
I hate the disappointment that comes over me. Hate myself for getting my hopes up when I knew I shouldn’t. I didn’t really think we were in a relationship, but I guess I was hoping he’d answer differently. The messed-up part is that I don’t even know what I wish he’d said. Just that it wasn’t that.
“Okay, then the question stands. Don’t you think the outside pressure would affect their relationship?”
We chat for another twenty minutes about the book before Chase says, “Hey, I have an idea.”
“What’s that?”
“Why don’t we act out some of our favorite scenes in the book?”
I grin. “I know your favorite scenes.”
“I liked that one where they had sex in front of the mirror.”
“Oh you did, did you?” I arch an eyebrow.
“Mmmhmm. I was thinking of that big mirror that runs across the vanity in my en suite.”
I lean so I’m bending over him, our mouths only a few inches apart. “You’d have to move Zeus off your chest and wake him.”
“It’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.” Without hesitation, he lifts Zeus from his chest and sits up, setting him on the floor.
Zeus stretches his front legs and yawns, looking up at us with a sleepy, pissed-off expression.
Chase stands and looks down at him. “Sorry, buddy, we have to go finish our book club meeting.” Then he bends and lifts me up over his shoulder.
I yelp and pretend I don’t love it, although I do. When we reach the en suite, we reenact the scene from the book, only better.
When we’re finished, Chase looks at me in the mirror and says while panting, “I love book club.”
“Best book club ever.”
We seal our declaration with a kiss.
Twenty-Four
Chase
“Istill don’t understand what I’m doing wrong.” Twyla stomps her foot on the scuffed wood floor like a child and I have to hold back a laugh because I don’t think she’ll appreciate it.
She’s cute as fuck when she’s frustrated, and this is the first time I’ve seen her like this. It’s kind of turning me on, but everything she does lately turns me on.
We’re at The Crooked Nail, where I challenged her to a game of darts.
I step up behind her. “Try not to lean forward when you throw and keep your dart hand closer to your body.” I reach around and grab her wrist, drawing it in a little closer to her head. “Like this.”
The press of her back to my front and the scent of her cucumber shampoo doesn’t leave me unaffected. The warmth of her body is a call to mine and I can’t help but react. There’s this constant craving for her under my skin now that I’ve had her, and it’s almost impossible to ignore when we’re this close.
My right hand is still on her wrist, and I settle my left hand on her hip as she releases a small sigh.
“When you throw it, try to keep the rest of your body as still as possible. Don’t squeeze the dart too hard in your hand.”
“I know you’re trying to help, but this is a little distracting.” She looks over her shoulder at me and her eyes are half-lidded. She’s clearly as affected by my proximity as I am hers.
“Want me to back up?”
