He locked those eyes on me, and I couldn’t back away.
Then, as he took his shirt off, worked the stage with less effort yet far more effect than all the little boys before him, shooting me a look or a partial smirk here and there, I was committed.
Who would have thought I’d end up in bed with that?
I’ve been with a small handful of men. One who I ran from as soon as he said he loved me (on the first date before dessert hit the table), one who I was on-again-off-again for the better part of two years who I thought I might love but it turned out to only be a bad case of stomach ulcers, and one who thought he was the love guru but fingered me like he was trying to fish an earring out of the bathroom sink.
Callum, however, was not the same.
He didn’t just blow the others out of the water– this man was the storm itself.
And it swallowed me whole.
I find myself closing my eyes again as I use the detachable sprayer to rinse away the unscented, hotel body wash.
The way his hands grabbed me like he had never been more sure about anything in his life.
The way his lips pressed to mine, stealing the kisses without permission.
The way he felt inside me…
My lips pop open at the memory of the feeling and the smallest moan escapes my throat as I realize I am holding the sprayer at clit level.
I turn my knee outward, allowing the streams of water to pulse against me, pretending,wishingit was his tongue, not a shower head teasing my most sensitive parts.
“Knock knock,” Kate’s voice rips me out of the moment, and I jump, dropping the sprayer on the tile. I scramble to grab the sprayer and will my cheeks back to their normal color just in time for her to yank the white curtain back.
Gotta love sisters.
“Well look at you. Boozing in the shower. I take it you had a fun night? Speaking of that,” she grabs the bottle and takes a swig before handing it back and slinking down the wall to sit on the floor. She leaves the curtain open so we can talk and she’s still in her white dress from the night before.
“It was good.” I say shortly, pumping some conditioner into my hand even though I’ve already used it.
“Just good?” Kate raises an eyebrow. “That man was a snack. Even if he was a bit on the seasoned side. And you didn’t come back last night. I have a hard time believinggoodis the right word for it. What happened?”
“Nothing happened,” I lie, closing my eyes so I can rinse my hair again. And so, I don’t have to look at her because I’m not a lie to people’s faces kind of girl, especially not Kate’s face because I’ve never been able to lie to her.
She’s quiet. She’s waiting. Fuck.
“I mean we had dinner,”
“Where?”
“I think it was called The Ball? Glass Ball?” I lie. I don't know why.
“High Ball!?”
“That’s it.” I nod.
“Holy shit. That place isnice.”
“Yeah, he paid for it.”
Kate sits up straight. “Wait, so he paid for a real date?”
“I wasn’t a real date,” I snap and tug the curtain shut. Kate yanks it back open.
“Sebastian Stan fucked you from across the room, threw his tie at you, took you to one of the most elite lounges in the city and paid for everything. How much was it by the way? A hundred fifty? Two?”
