When I lean back and he follows suit, I peer down at him, smiling softly. “Well, that just happened.”
His chuckle is reassuring before he points down to his shorts. “Yeah, that just happened too.”
The wet spot in the fabric has me puzzled until realization clicks. “Did you…”
“Pretty sure I was a teenager the last time this happened, so be proud.”
I’m not gonna lie, I kind of am. “You sure that’s not just from me?”
“No, sweetheart. You made me come just from feeling you, watching you, and hearing you get off.” He drags his nose up my neck. “And I’ve never experienced anything so…fucking…sexy.”
My body is still wired from the physical release, but my mind is humming too.
“What is happening between us, Henley? What does this mean?” I whisper, afraid of what his response will be. But I need to know.
I’m not going to let this be something we brush under the rug like our kiss.
He sweeps my hair from my face, tucks a strand behind my ear, and surveys my entire face before answering. But the wait is worth the response. “It means that for the first time in my life, I’m letting myself feel something instead of running from it, and all I’m asking is that you let me while I figure out the rest.”
Chapter 15
Elodie
Mud Tunnels & NFL Suites
“Thanks for offering to bring me lunch today.” Laney unwraps her sandwich from The Happy Belly Deli, smiling at me from the seat to my right.
We’re at a table in the break room of her salon, having lunch together since I needed someone to talk to and she has a fully booked schedule all week. I didn’t just want to call or text her for advice because I feel like what’s happened between me and Henley over the past five days requires a face-to-face conversation.
Remy drains the rest of her bottle, so I move her to my shoulder to burp her. “No problem at all. I appreciate you making time for a lunch.”
“Well, you said you needed some advice and I’m not sure I can be of any help, but I can try.”
“If this advice you need is about men, you should be talking to me, honey.” Glenn, one of Laney’s employees, interrupts our conversation from the doorway of the break room. He nods in Laney’s direction. “This one over here used to call Fletcher ‘Lucifer’ until she realized that his dick could tempt her to sell her soul, so I wouldn’t be so sure she’s the expert when it comes to men.”
Remy lets out a remarkably loud burp. Laney points to the baby. “I echo Remy’s response. No one asked you, Glenn.”
He leans against the doorway with a smirk. “I know, but I felt compelled to offer my two cents.”
“But your expertise is in gay men, Glenn. Otherwise, I might just take you up on that.”
He shrugs. “Honey, gay and straight men aren’t really all that different. Put a finger in a man’s mud tunnel and they’ll be coming in seconds. I find that solves most problems.”
Laney starts choking as my jaw drops, watching Glenn walk right back out of the room.
I turn to my friend, patting her on the back. “Are you okay?”
“I should have known better than to take a bite of my sandwich while he was talking,” Laney manages to croak out, reaching for her bottle of water and draining half of it, trying to clear her throat. “Jesus Christ.”
“I’m so glad that Remy doesn’t understand words or repeat them yet because trying to explain that to Henley would be a nightmare.”
Laney loses her composure, laughing while still coughing. “Oh God. I can’t handle this right now.”
Once the two of us get all of our giggles out, I place Remy back in the stroller and reach for my sandwich, finally. “I think I’ve forgotten why I even came here at this point.”
Laney mumbles around a mouthful of food. “Well, before I forget, there was something I wanted to talk to you about too.”
“All right. Shoot.”
