with skill, dazzled me with his charisma, and proceeded to steal my heart right
fell for him the second time.
spoke to my heart with her wit, seduced me with her eyes, and became the only
thing that made sense in a world that made none.
take my clothes off and hang them on a hook near the door before returning to
in, eases my aching feet from my high heels and the tension in my shoulders. I
pour some of the bubble suds and giggle. That was so cute and showed me a whole
new side to Ethan—the at-home Texan who relates to his roots—instead of the
strong, quieter, broodier man I see sometimes.
fills, I look out the window. The sky is clear up here. The buildings are far
enough apart to avoid spying on neighbors. It’s like floating in heaven.
call, “Come in,” while making sure the bubbles cover all the important parts.
champagne in one hand and the bottle in the other.
back on one side of the tub.
waggles his eyebrows.
“Come on in,” I reply and wonder if he will really take me up on my dare.
down on the side of the tub. His tie was removed before he came in and I notice
his shoes are long gone, along with his jacket. When he starts on the buttons
of his shirt, I sit up, scooping suds over me. “Wait, for real?”
for the two of us.”
one. Seems like an opportune time.”
about everything—his body naked next to mine, not shaving my legs before I went
out tonight. My mind flickers through my flaws. Ugh. No. Just no. Not like
that. That stuff should be shared in the dark of a bedroom under the influence
of alcohol and desperate sex. We’re too sober for this. I’m too sober for this.
What does he possibly see in me when he has women like Nicolina waiting?
some senses, it scares me. He’s the sort of man women like Nicolina land. For
once though, it was as if she saw me as competition. The feeling is
following quickly behind. Good God Almighty. What does a guy who looks like
that see in me? “I see you like to work out.” I clear my throat and want to
bonk my head on the side of the tub for saying it out loud.
down the hall. It’s how I relieve stress.”
I gasp and cover my mouth, wishing I could keep my crazy thoughts in my head
where they belong instead of on my tongue. His eyes are heavy, a smirky smirk
restraining a laugh. “God, you cannot let me talk when I’m nervous.”
nervous, I’ll make you nervous more often.” His pants come down and my
curiosity is answered. Tonight he’s in boxers. When he catches my eyes on his
package, I’m thankful I’m wearing waterproof mascara because I immediately go
underwater. Screw my makeup. It’s really the only way to keep my mouth in check
at this point. I count to five and then pop back up. With my hands covering my
boobs, I ask, “You’re really coming in?”