She wore a light pink ruffled dress, one that hugged her waistline and flared out to midthigh. And with her strappy shoes, she showed off plenty of her tanned legs—and damn, what legs. Her hair hung around her shoulders in tumbling glossy waves, ones I wanted to run my hands through, and I licked my lips. She lifted her hand in a cute little wave.
I moved toward her like a magnet to a metal surface.
“Hey, gorgeous,” I said, slowing the last few paces. Her face lit up with a beautiful smile, and my heart careened. Clearly, I was doing a shit job of holding my expectations back. “Hope you don’t mindThirteen Ghostsas the movie of choice.”
“Are you kidding me? I loveThirteen Ghosts,” Becky said. “My ex hated horror movies, so we never did this sort of thing together.”
I hooked a hand in my pocket, even though I wanted to wind my arm around her waist. “About that, how are you doing?”
“The breakup?” She laughed. “That had been way overdue. I’m in the process of overcoming some people-pleasing tendencies, so it was good practice.”
My heart squeezed tight. “I get it. I used to be a major people pleaser before I came out.”
She cocked her head to the side but didn’t say anything.
“When you’re trans, you learn to set boundaries pretty fast,” I said. “You have to balance what you can tolerate with your mental health and headspace.”
“I think those are good guidelines for anyone. I didn’t need to tolerate Kevin for as long as I did.”
“Well, I, for one, am glad you’re free. Purely selfish reasons, though.”
A slight shiver rocked her body, and my mouth watered. God, I wanted to taste her something fierce. I bet she was sweet as sin between her thighs.
“Ready for the movie?” I extended a hand.
“Can’t wait.” She flashed me one hell of a gorgeous grin, her lips petal pink, and my heart fluttered. But when her soft palm slipped into mine, those flutters turned into a full-blown riot.
If this date went any better, I was gone for this woman.
Chapter three
Becky
The Colonial was a fantastic spot to watch a movie, an old-timey theater with charm to spare. I’d wanted to check it out for years, so Nyx offering it for our first date felt perfect. Not only did the Colonial have some horror movie cred from being featured in the Blob, but the fact she’d also chosen one of my favorite horror movies? Be still, my heart.
We’d started squarely in our seats, but during the movie, Nyx slung her arm around my shoulders, and we’d squished closer together so our knees touched, even with the armrest between us. My skin had grown so sensitized it was unreal, and my pussy was soaked from the contact. The familiar dialogue ofThirteen Ghostsplayed, but I only half paid attention to the movie.
With Nyx at my side, even ensconced in shadows, all I could focus on was the curve of her nose, the seam of her lips, thestrands of hair falling artfully from her messy bun. She wore a sheer black lace top over her black bra paired with black jeans and a leather jacket, and I’d never seen anything hotter. From the second I’d taken my seat, I’d been squirming.
The movie stretched on longer than I remembered, extending the torment of touching Nyx and not being able to do anything more. We’d planned on grabbing a drink after, but the temptation to invite her over was real high. It’d been a while since I had sex, even with Kevin, and ages since I’d had good sex. And the idea of getting to peel back the woman’s layers and explore her body turned me on something fierce.
“I swear, Matthew Lillard’s acting in this movie is fantastic,” she murmured.
“He your type?” I asked.
“Nah, I can appreciate guys, but I tend to fall for women or gender-nonconforming folks. That’s who lights up my synapses.”
“I think I’m interested in everyone.” I scrunched my nose. “Wait, that came out wrong. Not like I want to sleep with everyone, but I think gender doesn’t necessarily matter to me.”
“Pan?”
The term settled in my gut and expanded like fizzy bubbles exploding through me. Fuck, was that my term? A slow smile rose to my face. “Yeah, I think so.”
“Hot,” Nyx said. Her amused grin made my heart thump a little harder. Apparently, she didn’t mind my babbling, which put me at ease more than anything. I was used to having conversations with animals more than humans, and several boyfriends had complained about my awkward rambles—especially Kevin. She intertwined her fingers through mine and squeezed. “Thanks for sharing with me.”
My insides twisted tight. My god, I was so infatuated with this woman.
I wasn’t sure whether it was Nyx herself, a contrast of how I’d been treated in my last few relationships, or simply this rare-as-hell chemistry that flared between us, but yeah, my obsession grew by the second.
