“It’s a little funny.”
Will’s eyes are wide and serious but still amused. “Did you see him get down on the ground and start licking the floor when we left?” His face twists. “Gross.”
I can’t. I’m full doubled over in laughter.
After we made a quick escape from the club, the ride home was mostly silent aside from some awkward chuckles. But the more times we peeked over at each other and saw the other blushing, the easier it was to laugh. Then finally Will broke the silence by asking me, with a controlled voice, “Did youwantthat guy to clean you up? Because I didn’t mean to, like?—”
I quickly cut him off with an obnoxious snort, and that started our downward spiral into uncontrollable giggling.
I’m still not sure how to feel about what happened between us. I’m surprised either of us took it that far. I never thought that he’d take me up on my challenge—I really thought he’d back out and leave me there. But I was so completely in the moment, so turned on by him watching me, that I didn’t think before I egged him on. I couldn’t stop myself.
It was one of the hottest experiences of my life, but I have no idea where his head is at. At least no one is upset or running away.Yet.
We both kick off our shoes and toss our jackets over the back of the couch. I follow Will into the kitchen, and he hands me a glass of water. We drink in silence for a little while, the humor slowly bleeding away, taking all my confidence with it. I want to pinch myself. I’ve been working too hard to allow myself to sink to this level.
I can’t let him do his normal avoidance thing, so when it’s been too quiet for too long, I decide to break the ice.
“So that was… something.”Dammit, that was supposed to come out confident and sexy, not like I’m looking for approval.
Will doesn’t look up from the glass he’s diligently studying, rubbing his thumb through the condensation.
My stomach clenches, but not from laughter. I’m bracing myself for the inevitable.Was that what you needed? Do you feel better now?Whatever the old excuses were that made me feel hollow.
But he clears his throat and says, “Was that okay? I mean… was it good for you?”
I blink at him, caught off guard. Instead of answering, I grin. “Was it good foryou?”
He glances down at his ruined pants. “Uh, yeah. It was…yeah.”
“Yeah?”That’s really all he has to say?
“I mean, obviously. Just unexpected?”
“It was different,” I say agreeably, not wanting to pressure him.
“It’s been a long time since I—since we—did anything like that.”
“I’m not sure we’ve ever done something like that.” Hell, we only ever even touched each other the one time, and he’d only done that to make me feel better after making me feel like shit.
“True,” he says with a wry smile. “I didn’t mean for that to happen, but...”
“But you were into it?” I need to hear it. In the pause while he considers his answer, I study him carefully, trying to read what’s behind his eyes, but I can’t.
Will swallows and nods. “Yes.”
Then he surprises me by giving me more than what I even asked for. He clarifies his answer with truth I would have killed for all those months ago.
“I always was,” he admits quietly. “But this time…”
“This time you didn’t have a girl in your lap.”
He nods again. “It was more intense because I couldn’t hide it. Couldn’t blame it on something else.”
I keep my breathing slow and even, not wanting to get my hopes or expectations up.
“So does this… mean anything? I mean, it might have been just the club atmosphere or whatever.”
Why am I trying to give him an out?
