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“If you wanted a church weddin’, why didn’t you say somethin’?”
“No, notachurch.Ourchurch. I married someone who isn’t a member.”
“Ah,” he said with a sigh. “Can’t help that, sugar.”
“I know.”
“Havin’ regrets?”
Even though he was watching me, waiting for my answer, I thought about it for a moment.
“No,” I said finally, taking in the wide expanse of his chest, the bicep under his cheek, the eyes that mine in understanding. “There are a lot of things I wish were different, but not you. I’m glad it was you.”
“Coulda been worse,” he mused, reaching out to brush my hair off my cheek. “You coulda hooked up with Rumi.”
“Ew,” I blurted without thought.
Otto burst out laughing.
“I mean, your brother isnice,” I backpedaled. “I just don’t see him that way—”
Otto kept laughing. “It’s all good,” he said between chuckles. “I wouldn’t wish Rumi on anyone.”
“He’s with Nova. It’s not like he would’ve hooked up with someone else anyway,” I pointed out over his laughter.
“Poor Nova,” Otto said, grinning.
I shifted on the bed, trying to get more comfortable.
“Come here.” He leaned up on one elbow and reached under the sheet, his hand wrapping around the front of my thigh. “Let’s take these off.”
I widened my legs a little, my breath catching as he peeled the stocking down my leg. When the first one was off, his fingers traced over the tiny divots the elastic had made on my skin.
“Itchy?” he asked softly.
“Not really.”
“My socks leave marks on my ankles sometimes,” he murmured, smiling almost boyishly as he reached for the top of my other thigh. “I end up scratchin’ like a maniac because they itch so bad.”
“They aren’t that tight,” I breathed as he gently pulled the other stocking down my leg.
“That’s good.” His eyes never left mine. “That feel better?”
“Yeah.”
“Bra too?”
I nodded.
Now that my panic had dulled again, the familiar sizzle of arousal was creeping back. It was a struggle to keep my eyes on Otto’s as his hand slid under the T-shirt and around to my back, unclipping my bra with a flick of his hand.
Sitting up a little, I pulled the bra straps out of the sleeves of the shirt and took it off with a sigh.
Otto took it out of my hand and threw it off the side of the bed.
“That’s new,” I scolded, leaning up to go get it.
“Leave it,” he ordered, reaching out to grip my hip. “We’ll grab it later.”
