God, she was pretty.
Blood flow had gone south when she’d bent over to move the rug, so I needed a minute to scoop all the bits back together in my brain. Then I'd be good for conversation again.
We were rearranging furniture, but my body didn't care. The pull to move to her and touch her was magnetic.
"You know, I didn't say it, but you know that if you need anything here, you can help yourself." Not that I needed to vocalize this. She'd already been moving the furniture around and had re-organized the closet, so there was all kinds of space for her stuff.
"I know, I've had like four ZipZings," she said. "For a guy who ticked them off, you sure have a lot."
Yeah, cases of the stuff came with the initial endorsement deal.
"You had four?" Along with all the sugar, those things had loads of caffeine.
"Good news. I have zero hangover left. I think they cured it," she said.
I bet they did.
"Well, anything else you need? You go ahead and take it," I said.
"Anything?" she asked, absolutely checking me out by doing a full body scan.
The little twitch at the edges of her lips? Oh yes, she liked what she saw. And so did I.
"Anything," I agreed, giving her the same look right back.
Look at me, flirting with my new wife.
Maya offered a genuine grin. Not the fake one I'd noted she sometimes pinned to her lips. This one was the real deal.
"I was thinking—" I said.
"You know what would be fun?—"
That magnetic pull took over, and she took a step toward me, her eyes locked with mine. I took a step toward her, still holding her gaze.
Another step from her, and the play was in motion on the field, and nobody cared where the rugs were.
I moved forward toward her with no direction from my brain. My body was doing it all by itself. Like a magnet, she met me halfway.
The air between us shifted.
"We're alone," I said, lifting my hand to her cheek.
"And the flow of traffic for your living room is going to work so much better." She nodded and with the motion, she doubled down on the hand-to-cheek scenario.
"Moving furniture turns you on?" I asked, mostly joking.
"An organized room is always a turn on," she agreed. "Have you ever had a blow job in front of that window?"
Um… "That one specifically?"
She waited for my answer.
"No," I said with a sly smile.
Maya gripped at my shirt and held on. Was she holding on to keep her balance or so I wouldn't slip away?
"You know, legally, we can do what we want." Was she flirting with me, too? She totally was.
