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Elena blinks up at me. “You haven’t danced in a while, have you?”
“Is it that obvious?”
She smiles as she takes my right hand and places it with the other on her back. Then she slides her hands around the back of my neck and presses her body against mine.
She blinks up at me as she plays with the hair on the back of my head. “This is better, isn’t it?”
“It is.”
We’re so close, her lavender scent invading my nostrils, her softness pressed against me, her plump lips inches from mine.
Having her in my arms like this feels like too much and not enough all at once.
“I didn’t know you were a romantic inside that big ogre heart of yours.”
I arch a brow. “Don’t tell anyone my secret.”
The soft melody of her laughter settles in my bones. She rests her head on my chest, and I hold her in my arms as if she’s mine.
As if she could be.
As if I have anything to offer her.
I rollover onto my back and stare up at the ceiling.
I’ve been tossing and turning for the last hour. Maybe I’m just not tired enough yet. Or maybe a certain blonde woman dancing around my head is what’s keeping me awake.
I was so close to kissing Elena in the bathroom the other day. I don’t know what the hell got into me. But it was clear she wanted me to. Her lips parted, and she looked at me with want and need shining in her eyes. I saw that same look on her tonight as we danced on the porch. She’s waiting for me to make a move.
And I don’t know what to do with that.
I flick on the lamp and scoot to sit up against my headboard to think.
What would’ve happenedafterwe kissed?
It scares me how excited Noah is to hang out with Elena. Sure, she lives across the street now, but she won’t be around forever. Noah is getting attached. And attached means it’ll be hard when she needs to detach.
How long would it take Elena to tire of me? Of this lifestyle? She’s young and vibrant. She can have anything she wants, do anything she wants. She’s not tied down by parenthood. Not that being Noah’s father is a prison sentence by any means, but being single in your twenties is a lot different than being a parent in your forties. The novelty of being with a DILF, as she so eloquently put it, would wear off after a while.
A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth just thinking about her nervous rambling. She came into my life the way a tornado does, spawning out of nowhere and throwing everything upside-down. Golden hair, sweet smile, killer curves, and that huge heart. Compassion and love ooze out of her, and you can’t not be happy when she’s around.
Fuck, I want her. I kick myself and thank the lord that I didn’t kiss her, all at the same time.
I’ve been so worried about Noah getting attached to Elena…yetI’mthe one getting attached.
My phone buzzes on my nightstand, startling me out of my thoughts.
Elena:What are you doing up?
Me: Are you spying on me?
Elena: I was staring at the moon out my window and I noticed your light on.
Me: I can’t sleep. What are you doing up (and looking through my window?)
The phone ringsin my hand and I stare down at it like a live bomb. Something about a late-night phone callwith Elena feels dangerous. It feels like I’m doing something wrong. It feels…more.
Still, I can’t help myself as I lift the phone to my ear. “Hi, Elena.”
