None of that scared me in the least, and that alone worried me more than anything. “I know what you mean, love. No need to freak out.”
“We’re just two friends having fun together, right?”
“Exactly.”
“Thank you, by the way, for bringing those art prints to the bake sale. I can’t believe they actually sold.”
I squeezed her and stroked my thumb along her upper back. “I knew they would.”
“How come you have so much confidence in me?”
“Your art makes people feel things. You do it with love. It’s worth the risk of putting it out into the world.”
“You sound like my aunt, Lilit.”
“Have I met this one?” I kissed her neck as she snuggled closer.
“No, she’s always traveling. I barely see her myself, but she’s in town. I’ve always looked up to her. She was the outcast of the family and did whatever she wanted without a care in the world. She’s actually commissioning a piece from me.”
I hummed in approval and could feel her squirm at my touch. Nairie giggled, and it made my own smile grow wider. I hadn’t smiled like this in years, and the feeling of my skin stretching into a grin was foreign.
“When are you going to tell me what happened between you and Angus?”
“Preferably not when I’m about to have sex.”
Nairie laughed. “Again?!”
“I could have you every minute of every day, and it would still never be enough.”
Nairie blushed and kissed me in return, stroking my biceps as I balanced on either side of her. Her touch had awakened something in me, and now that I had it, I didn’t know if I could ever live without it.
“I’m serious. I want to know. Maybe I can help.”
I looked down at her sweet face, so innocent and full of hope. I moved down her body and nipped her collarbone, sucking different parts of her skin across her breasts and midriff.
“How about I take you on a date tonight, and we can talk about anything you want.”
Nairie tucked my hair behind my ears and looked at me as if I’d just proposed. “Really?”
“Is that a yes?”
“Of course, I’d love to.”
“Good. Can’t promise it’ll be on Sunset but...”
Before I could continue my trail of kisses down her body, Nairie shot up in a panic and nearly knocked me off the bed. “Oh my god. Last night!”
Nairie started going through her drawers to find pieces of clothing to cover herself. I admired the view until I snapped myself out of it.
“What’s wrong?”
“I was supposed to go home to my parents after my date with David. They must think I got kidnapped or something. Where’s my phone?!”
Nairie started frantically searching for her phone, which was behind the bookshelf after she had thrown things in a fit of rage last night.
She picked it up and looked at the screen. “Oh god.”
“Bad?”
