She doesn’t respond. Instead, she gathers puzzle pieces as I am, sorting through ones that look similar design-wise.
We work in near silence, minus the music and us communicating to figure out where things go.
It’s oddly peaceful and I find myself enjoying it more than I thought I would.
The power comes back on, but we don’t move. We stay there, working on the puzzle for what feels like hours.
We’re halfway done when Teagan says, “Okay, this is nice, but I think I need another dance break.”
“A dance break?”
“Oh, come on. Movement is good for the baby.”
“For Blueberry’s sake then,” I tell her, standing from my chair as Teagan grabs my phone that’s on the table, her fingers scrolling as she looks for a song.
An unfamiliar beat begins to play from the speaker, so I look at my phone to see it’s “So Far So Fake” by Pierce the Veil.
Teagan gets up from her chair and instantly starts dancing across the dining room floor. I follow her lead, moving my body to the beat, not caring that I probably look ridiculous trying to keep up with her.
Her infectious smile as she dances makes me forget about how I may look, my focus entirely on her. The beat changes at the chorus, a sexy rock tune that has her swaying her hips from side to side as her hands travel from her thighs up her body, stopping just below her breasts.
I’m in a trance, barely moving my body to the beat because I’m lost in her. In the hypnotic way her body moves, her ass impossible to look away from as she moves it to the sensual beat.
When the song picks up again, she spins in circles, but she loses her footing and lands right against my chest.
My hands instantly wrap around the small of her back to steady her. She slowly lifts her eyes up to mine, and fuck me, she’s beautiful.
I’m instantly aware of how close we are, the way her body is pressed up against mine and how I can feel her breath across my lips.
It takes everything in me not to close the small distance between us and press my lips against hers.
The same thought seems to cross Teagan, but instead of doing what we desire, she loosens her grip on my shirt and pushes herself away from my embrace, taking a few steps back.
“I-I, I’m going to go take a bath. My back’s sore,” she says before rushing out of the room and up the stairs before I get a chance to stop her.
Teagan
What the fuck was that?
The father of my child and I were mere seconds away from kissing. Which is not allowed, accordingto our pact.
What’s even more concerning is the fact that Iwantedto kiss him. I wanted it so badly that I fled the scene to avoid making what could’ve been a huge mistake.
So now, I sit here on my bed, sexually frustrated.
Listen, I’ve been…horny, okay? In thePregnancy for Dummiesbook I’m reading, it’s listed as a symptom, and trust me, I have it.
The other day, Quentin came into the house after relaxing outside, shirtless, and I had to avert my eyes before I did something incredibly stupid. Because just the sight of his chiseled abs brought me back tothatnight and turned me on like crazy. Which is insane if you ask me. He was merely shirtless.
I’ve seen plenty of shirtless men before. So the only logical explanation for the feeling is my hormones having me all out of sorts.
And now add in the moment we just had in the dining room? I feel like I’m going to go insane if I don’t get relief immediately. Because I wanted nothing more in that moment with my body pressed against his than to pull his face down to mine and kiss him. I wanted to tell him to get on his knees and eat me until I cried out, begging him to stop because it feelstoogood.
But alarms went off in my brain, reminding me that we can’t be more than what we currently are. So I made my escape and now I’m going to give myself the relief I’m in desperate need of.
An idea pops into my head when I look at my bedside table, remembering the waterproof vibrator I purchased the other day is stored there.
My core aches with need, propelling me off my bed as I hurry to my bathroom and run the water for a bath.
