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“Hey,” I call after him, pointing at the rock at my feet. “You didn’t tell me what you want me to throw.”
He shrugs, looking unfussed. “Whatever’s gonna get us out of here the fastest.”
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The curling godslook favorably on me.
I throw my rock a tad bit heavy. However, my aim is dead-on.It takes out two of our opponent’s rocks and one of our own, but it holds on to the outer edge of the circles.
I believe the correct curling term is abiter.
How fitting.
It earns us a point. Which means we win.
The crowd goes wild. Or at least Dougie and Dax do, and I’m swept into a burly-man group hug.
Dougie makes us stay for a postgame beer (which we drink in record time).
Buzzed from the beer and the sweet taste of victory, we decide to walk back to Dax’s place since his car is still in the shop. I also suspect that Dax is worried that if we’re confined to an Uber’s back seat, I might try to take his pants off.
He has every right to be afraid.
His postgame shower made the ends of his hair curl, leaving it a little wild. And his shirt clings to him in all the right places, leaving enough to my imagination that I flip-flop from picturing him naked to feeling like I need to feel his hands on me immediately or I’m going to crawl right out of my skin.
Dax, however, is not as feral. He grabs my hand as we walk along the near-empty street, lacing his fingers through mine. And that act makes my heart swell. I can read Dax like a book; I note his side-eye toward me, his smile when he knows he’s been caught looking.
“What?” he asks.
“I think you like me.”
“What makes you say that?”
“You’re holding my hand, for one.”
He looks down at our entwined fingers. “What if I’m making sure you don’t wander out into traffic? I think with you, it’s not out of the realm of possibility.”
“Okay.” I shrug. “We can go with that one if you want.”
Dax stops mid-walk, and because I don’t expect it, I keep going until he tugs my arm, causing me to fall back into his chest, where he catches me in a hug.
I look up, and his eyes are so dark that I can see the reflection of the streetlights. He moves his arms up my back until he cups the back of my head. He tips it back and lays a slow, lingering kiss on my lips that steals my breath away.
“You might be right. I might like you a little.”
He kisses me again as if he likes me a lot.
Our make-out acts like dynamite to a dam. Once we start, we can’t stop. It takes us upward of twenty minutes to make it half a block. We don’t make it more than six feet at a time before one of us pulls the other into an embrace, and then it’s all lips and hands and tongues until one of us pulls away with aWe should keep going.
Make out, walk, repeat. Make out, walk, repeat. Until finally, Dax pulls away.
“I’m another two blocks. As much as I’m enjoying every single second of this, I’d really like to get you back to my place at some point tonight.”
“Ah yes, the bearskin rug. Well, what do you say we make a run for it?”
Dax eyes me like he thinks I’m not going to do it. I take off in a sprint, as fast as my sandals will allow. It’s half a block before his long legs catch up, and he once again grabs me by the hand and doesn’t let go until we reach the front door of his three-story walk-up.
We make out in his front lobby. He presses me against the wall, leaning his hard body into mine. He nibbles and licks and kisses my neck from my jawbone to my shoulder while his hands grip my ass and pull my hips to his. He’s so hard. I’m so turned on, and, apparently, we’re also both loud, which is why his elderlyneighbor is standing in her doorway, giving the pair of us a dirty but completely understandable look.
