Page 84 of Electric Touch

“I’m not sure what she was thinking marrying a guy ten years younger than her.” She sighs and turns over to face me. Her fingertips dance over my chest. “Mama is good at deluding herself. Hank is her true soulmate. They have a special bond. She wouldn’t stay around him so much if she didn’t. I’m sure divorce number three is coming.”

“Well, for what it’s worth, they make a great couple. So long as they do it right,” I add, the insinuation about her mom's marriage is clear. “You guys look like a family that belongs together.”

She nods and shifts, so her cheek is resting against my chest. “I don’t know whether it would be a good thing, them getting back together. Hank loves her more than life. He couldn’t take it if she left him again. At the same time,” she pauses, then adds. “I think they need each other.”

She quietens then, but I can tell she is still awake.

“Thank you.”

“For what?” she whispers.

“Letting me be a part of today.”

“You’re welcome, Nash.”

After a while, her breath evens out. I lay still for a while. Her body fits perfectly with mine. I wasn’t sure she was going to hear me out and forgive me, let alone be comfortable enough to fall asleep with me. This intelligent, beautiful, no nonsense college professor.

She’s getting under my skin. And I like it.

Chapter Twenty-Three

“Wow, that is the third time in two weeks.” Sasha sweeps into my office and is drawn to the bouquet of tulips on my desk.

Nash finished teaching me Midnight Sky and we’ve moved on to Tulip Mania, hence the deliveries to my office. I’ve been trying to convince him to add it to a B side on one of their singles. He laughed and told me that doesn’t happen anymore. He also said it would be an exclusive song they only performed on tour.

That made me way too happy to be normal.

“Is he wooing you?” Sasha laughs, sitting down and crossing her legs.

“He doesn’t need to woo me.” I finish up what I’m typing, making sure I saved the document in the cloud. “If I was that kind of girl, I’d fill you in on the things he does with his tongue.”

“Stop it, you hussy. Actually, don’t stop. Tell me everything.”

“Not on your life.”

“I’m so proud of you.”

“It’s not like I’ve worked for years and received an award.” I gather up my things and drop them in my satchel.

“I don’t know, Tia. You’re sleeping with a hot rockstar. You’ve stolen him away from his ex. And, hello, you're dating a rockstar.”

“Will you stop saying that?” I admonish her.

Over the last two weeks, I’ve spent most of my spare time with Nash. A couple of times over at his place, but mostly mine. Dylan hangs out with us at his place, which I don’t mind. I like Nash’s younger brother. But Nash is in a selfish phase. He wants me to himself.

Apollo cautioned me about moving too fast. Especially given there is something I’m hiding from Nash, but I’m drawn to him. The longer it goes on, the closer we get, the harder it is to admit the truth.

“I’ve done nothing to his ex. She messed up all on her own.”

“Her fuck up is your gain.”

“Are we going to lunch or are you going to sit here talking nonsense and grinning like a maniac?”

“Hey, I’m living vicariously through you. Let me enjoy it.”

“How are you doing?” I stop and look at my friend. I can see through the façade.

“I’m fine.”

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