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Laura frowns.
“We don’t have to,” I add. “I just… maybe we should?”
Laura cocks her head. I feel… self-conscious, maybe. It has been a long time since someone has made me feel like that.
She stands suddenly, and she grabs my wrist. I should probably shake her off, but Laura has me by a thread, and sheseems to know it. I down the rest of my drink and then follow her.
Laura moves like she’s been here before. If she has, I certainly wasn’t here those nights—I never would have forgotten a woman like her. She’s effortless in moving through the crowd, which has grown louder and bigger in the few minutes we spent side by side.
She leads me down one hallway and then takes a sharp turn down another. There’s a bathroom down here, a bigger one most people don’t know about. She stops in that hallway, and smiles at me. I’m once again caught off guard.
“I couldn’t hear you,” she says by way of explanation.
“Right.” My head feels fuzzy. I wish I could blame the drink. “I just… we should probably talk about this.”
Laura bites her bottom lip. “What’s there to talk about? We already decided. Just… friends.”
“Friends?” I smirk.
Laura smiles. “Okay. Just co-workers.”
“We’ve agreed,” I say. This should feel like a huge relief. “We aren’t going to do anything… like that night.”
“Right. We don’t touch,” she murmurs, and her eyes flicker across my face, down my chest.
Her gaze burns like fire through me.
“Or look,” I manage.
She smiles. Her red paint mouth stretches, and obscene thoughts curl into my mind like smoke. I can’t dissipate it. I can’t see through the fog. There’s only her—only Laura.
Laura’s tongue darts out of her mouth, swiping across her bottom lip. It’s a quick move. Fast enough that I can’t tell if she’s doing it on purpose, to drive me crazy.
But it does drive me crazy.
Her red hair is loose tonight. I can’t remember what it was when we first met, that night at the club. But I do rememberthat each day since she started at Donovan and Sons, she’s worn it tight in a braid. She’s beautiful like that—she’s irresistible like this.
Her freckles are gone again. Covered in makeup. I want to see them. The urge to swipe my thumb across her cheek so they can peak out is strong enough to give me pause.
“Hey, we just said no looking,” Laura says. She folds her arms across her chest. It pushes her ample chest higher, and my eyes automatically dart to the crescent moon of soft skin that’s showing there.
She drops her arms. When I manage to drag my eyes back to her face, she’s pinker.
“I can be good,” she whispers. Cocking her head to the side, her big red hair falls over one shoulder. “Can you?”
Fuck.
Fuck it all.
“No,” I admit. Her eyes widen. I step closer to her, and she inhales sharp enough that I can hear it. “Is that okay?”
I stop. It’s more than a hesitation—it’s a full-point stop. I want to be clear: this is Laura’s decision.
She’s beautiful. The dim lighting covers her in shadows, bits of her face hidden from the angle she’s holding herself at. My fingers itch with the urge to reach out, to touch, to feel—but I wait. Our chests aren’t quite touching; our breaths aren’t quite mingling.
I wait.
And Laura decides.
