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“She’s lucky to have someone like you in her corner. You did good,” I say.
The satisfied look on her face confirms what I already suspected. Words of affirmation are everything to her. She doesn’t need convincing. She already knows how smart and capable she is. It’s the reassurance she wants. A voice of reason that reminds her to keep the doubts in her head from winning.
I decide to make a plate of food and pull out a chair next to her at the table. Before I sit down, I take the oversized cup that she’s always carrying around and fill it with some more water for her. When I place it to the side of the laptop and drop to the seat next to her, my left hand finds its way to her thigh underneath the table.
I didn’t think about it before I did it. I just wanted to touch her.
Heston takes a spot at the table as well, and Keanna is in the kitchen now just feet away from us. I notice a barely detectable hint of surprise in Blythe’s expression, and I test her poker face by inching my hand closer to her waist. Her eyes dart around at first, making sure that any onlookers are none the wiser. I keep a straight face and focus on eating with my other hand like nothing is out of the ordinary.
Then it’s my turn to stop breathing because I feel her small and cool palm slide over mine. Her fingers close slowly around my knuckles and I have to try and force myself not to look down at where we’re connected.
She scrolls on her computer screen with her opposite hand, and I don’t let her go. Not even when I need a drink or drop my napkin. It’s comfortable and exhilarating all at once.
Heston eyes me from across the table and I stiffen a little bit. I casually nod in his direction, and he nods back. An entire conversation by his standards.
Blythe reaches over me with her free hand and steals a tortilla chip from my plate. She scoops it into the bowl of dip in the middle of the table and stops with it halfway to her mouth when Warren asks me a question from his spot on the couch.
“Did you figure out when we can go pick up the new tractor? They keep telling me it’s still on backorder every time I call, but it’s been months. I swear we need a better dealership to go through.”
“Haven’t heard from them. I’ll give them a call tomorrow and see what I can find out,” I answer.
Having a conversation with her unsuspecting brother while I’m secretly holding Blythe’s hand under the table? Reckless.
Am I going to stop? No.
I smirk and Blythe rolls her tongue over her lips forming a firm line when I stroke my thumb along the top of hers. I look down and push my food around with my fork, trying to hide my smile when her grip tightens.
Eventually, our hands drift apart when it comes time to clean up the kitchen. Everyone wanders off to their beds and I take a sad shower all by my lonesome. I know Blythe was working on her computer most of the day, and when she showed me her finished project, she was elated but drained. I’m sure she crawled up to the loft and passed clean out.
I shouldn’t be disappointed, but I am. I sigh and lay in the middle of the bed on my stomach, head propped up on my arm. All day I thought about how I could convince her to come sleep with me again. I know it’s risky when Warren is under the same roof, but fuck it. I respect the hell out of Blythe and we may not have a serious relationship going on, but we’re grown adults. He’d get over it if he found out.
I whip the sheets to the side and get up before I change my mind. Slowly, I pull the door open and wait to see if I hear anything before I tiptoe out. This is stupid considering I don’t exactly have a plan.
Get in bed with her? Dumb idea. Keanna is in the same room.
Stand there and watch her sleep? Creepy.
Tap on her shoulder and whisper in her ear that if I don’t get to fuck her again tonight I might die? Dramatic. But yeah, let’s go with that.
I turn the corner and bump straight into a body covered completely in a fuzzy white blanket.
“Shit,” I whisper yell.
Standing there with her hand covering her mouth and wide eyes is Blythe.
I open my mouth to ask her what she’s doing out here, but she leaps into my arms instead.
As quietly as I can, I chuckle and catch her as she slams into my chest. Her mouth instantly latches onto the base of my neck. Gripping the backs of her thighs, I lift and haul her over my shoulder. Headed straight for exactly where I want her: my bed.
I would have gone crazy all night knowing she was in the loft right above me. So close but so far away. I needed to feel her.
When I lock the door and throw her on the bed, my arms instantly cage her in and I pin her down with my hips.
With her body under mine, being able to feel and taste her sweet soft skin, another layer to my hard exterior dissolves away. I never thought I’d be relieved just to see her and have her to myself in bed for the night.
But here we are.
“You miss me?” I whisper in her ear.
