I’m not a fan of the idea of Moon hearing my moans that are sure to follow if I get my hands on Nora’s body.
She laughs quietly, eyes sparkling in the dim light. “Rain check?”
I nod, trying to calm my racing heart and rapidly swelling dic—. Cock, my rapidly swelling cock. Never again will I usedickwhile referring to my penis. “Rain check.”
We stand there, neither wanting to step away first. Her hands rest lightly on my chest, and I can feel her heartbeat matching mine, quick and unsteady.
“I should go,” I say finally, though it’s the last thing I want.
“Or,” she says, voice low, “you could stay. Just to sleep.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Just sleep?”
“Well,” she grins, “mostly sleep. But I promise to be very, very quiet.”
The image that flashes through my mind nearly undoes me. “Your grandmother?—”
“—sleeps like the dead and wears earplugs.” She tugs me toward the stairs. “But if you’d rather go back to your cold, empty house…” She trails off, wrapping her arms around her shoulders so tight, I can almost feel the cold myself.
I follow her, unable to resist. “What happened to the woman who was worried about her grandmother sleeping upstairs?”
“We will be quiet.”
“And what if we are not?” Because I can’t imagine being quiet with Nora. It’s not her. I’d never ask her to be quiet. A woman like her needs to be loud. Everyone needs to hear her scream.
She looks back at me, her expression mockingly serious. “Do you want her to come give you advice?”
Feeling my body nearly shuddering in terror, I laugh. “No, probably not.”
With a quirked brow, she pulls me toward the stairs. “Thought so.”
Her bedroom is on the second floor, at the end of the hall, and she leads me inside, closing the door softly behind us, and I’m instantly met with a scent that follows Nora everywhere. I think she called it patchouli, and I don’t think I’ve smelled anything sexier.
A moon-shaped light fixture in the corner softly illuminates the room which is unmistakably hers. A mixture of astrology books and romance novels with half-naked dudes on the covers are stacked on both nightstands, a yellow dress hangs on the closet door, and photos of her family are taped to the mirror. Crystals of different sizes and colors are placed on nearly every surface just like she did at my place. Two half-burned candles are on one of the nightstands—she probably sleeps on that side of the bed.
Being here feels more intimate than what we might do here. It’s like I’ve been allowed into this sacred place no one has seen. At least I sure as fuck hope so.
She sits on the edge of the bed, watching me. “Second thoughts?”
I shake my head. “No. Just… taking it in.”
“Taking what in?”
“You,” I say honestly. “All of this. I never thought I’d be here.”
She smiles, soft and a little sad. “Me neither.”
“But this place is just so—” I glance around, trying to come up with the right word explaining the level of awe I’m in.
“So crazy?” she whispers.
“Soyou.”
“So, crazy.” Her smile is sad. A bit disappointed.
I walk up and kneel in front of her. “In the best way.” She averts her eyes, clearly not believing me. “Nora.” She’s still looking anywhere but me. “Nora.” I grab both her hands in mine, and only then does she shift her gaze to me. “I want your crazy. I don’t think I can live without that crazy at this point.”
“You can’t?” she whispers.
