"Just stare out at the ocean and pretend like we're having a conversation," he demands, his hand inching toward my inner thigh. "I want to see how wet you are."
My adrenaline spikes at his last sentence. What the fuck are we doing? And why am I begging for this to continue?
This is so fucking foolish, and I'm incapable of telling him to stop becauseI don't want him to.
Theo's palm separates my thighs an inch as he skims his way back until he hits the frayed edge of my shorts. His pinky and ring finger bend backward and creep their way inside my clothes, slowly nudging my panties aside.
It's quite obvious what Theo is about to discover. I know for a fact I'm dripping everywhere from this mind-boggling conversation that somehow turned into…this.
How is he able to have his hand between my legs yet a fist around my lungs at the same moment?
I can't breathe. My chest is heaving as he makes his move.
His two fingers are parallel with my opening, and he delicately presses against me, releasing the floodgates.
He doesn't even have a finger inside me, it's hovering at my opening with the lightest pressure.
Just as fast as it started, it ends. He removes his hand and returns it to his lap.
Is he going to taste me again? Here? In front of everyone who have no clue a recklessly erotic deed took place?
"I'll see you at home." He gets up from the bench and tosses his empty coffee in a nearby trash can. "Think about my favor."
When he turns to walk back, he takes his finger and swipes it across his now glistening lips, flashing a fatally devastating smile.
I'm stunned speechless as my chest is having a fit trying to keep up with my failing blood supply.
We've violated plenty of rules already, and yet, I want to break the biggest of all.
Ipickedupadouble shift because a few of the new hires didn't work out, which was expected. But I got a couple more hours in, some extra tips, and I'm on my way to see Lucille for happy hour.
While I'm driving up, a text message appears on my phone.
It's Thursday, and my thoughts are no different from when he suggested this little proposal. We keep moving the line and stepping over it. At what point will it disappear completely?
What would going to the reunion do for our relationship? Would it strengthen it? Would it make it worse?
I plan to ask Lucille for her advice, because I'm unsure what the right move might be.
When I spot her at the restaurant, I'm received in the motherly hug I've missed for so long. Even if Molly could provide that tenderness, I'm not as receptive to it. But from Lucille? I'll let her coddle me for as long as she'd like.
"Hi, darling. Oh, I've missed you so much. I can't believe it's been a month."
When she puts the timeframe in perspective, I realize I was supposed to be out of the house by this imaginary objective. And I'm no closer to finding a job, and Theo is already home for good.
"A lot has happened." We sit at a table, and I'd rather talk about her. "But tell me what you've been up to."
"Not much. My kids came out to visit, and it was so great to see my grandchildren."
"I bet that was nice. And you're not going to return back to the workforce?"
The pipedream that's dangling in the back of my mind is the last hope I have for getting out of this mess.
"Oh no, I'm done. I should have retired a long time ago."
And that bubble has burst. Lucille isn't going to save my ass by starting her own business and taking on Hollywood.
This isn't a fairy tale, and I can't keep hoping something will fall into my lap.
