Page 53 of Follow My Heart

Violet yawned. “That sounds nice.”

Violet’s car was at her house. I could drive her home, but I’d never left Faith alone while she was sleeping. Violet could always call for a driver if she could find one this late at night. But I kind of liked the idea of her being stranded at my house.

I had a spare room but used it as an office. The only available bed was mine. Would she sleep with me, or would I take the couch?

I stood to grab waters, and at the last second, I threw a bag of popcorn into the microwave.

When the microwave beeped, I grabbed the steaming bag and carried everything into the living room where Violet was flipping through channels. “I wasn’t sure what you’d like.”

“Mainly action. But I’ll watch whatever. You?”

“As long as it’s not horror, I’m good.”

We were compatible when it came to TV. I set the drinks on the coffee table. “It’s not movie theater popcorn, but it’s something.”

Violet smiled. “This is perfect. I love popcorn.”

Why did that one smile make me feel like I’d done something huge? Probably because it was so hard to please Stacy. She had high standards for everything, and she tended to sneer when my meager offerings fell short. She wanted expensive things, and on my government salary, we were comfortable but didn’t have a ton of excess.

Violet settled on an older action movie, one that had a tension-filled romance. Then she curled up on the couch next to me so she could reach the popcorn.

I didn’t want anything more tonight. But there was a tension simmering just under the surface. This felt like a date. We spent the day together, and now that we were watching a movie together, we were testing out the proximity to each other.

I could barely focus on the movie because I wanted more, so much more. But I didn’t want to rush Violet.

When the movie credits rolled, Violet blinked up at me. “I think I fell asleep again.”

“I can’t drive you with Faith sleeping upstairs. Do you want me to order a car to take you home?” I held my breath, waiting for her answer.

When Violet hesitated, I said, “I’m fine with you staying here. Faith will understand.”

“I need to go into work tomorrow around eleven.”

I let out a breath. “We can make breakfast. Then I’ll drive you home.”

“You don’t mind if I stay here?” Violet stretched.

“You can take the bed. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

Violet nodded, and we got up to throw away our trash. Then I led the way to my bedroom which was down the hall from Faith’s. I popped my head into her room, but she hadn’t moved from where I’d placed her earlier.

In my bedroom, I pulled out clothes for Violet to wear and directed her into the master bathroom. When she closed the door to the bathroom, I couldn’t help my racing thoughts. What would it be like to date Violet? Would she spend more overnights? Would Faith be okay if we shared a bed?

The shower turned on, and my imagination ran wild with thoughts of Violet in my bathroom with water beading over her naked form.

Were her nipples hard? Was she thinking about me? Was she touching herself?

I adjusted myself, wishing we were at a place where I could join her in the bathroom. But I’d heard the lock click after she’d shut the door.

Was she regretting the locked door that stood between us?

It was too soon. We’d only agreed to date. Not to take this relationship to the next level. We both were hesitant. I couldn’t rush this. I wouldn’t.

All too soon, the water turned off. Then the bathroom door opened. Violet appeared in an oversized T-shirt and sweats, her wet hair hanging down her back. She looked adorable in my clothes.

I stood, and crossed the room, my hands resting lightly on her shoulders. I’d vowed to keep things low-key tonight, and I wasn’t going to back down on that, even if my dick had other ideas.

Her lips were plump and so kissable. She smelled like my toothpaste and soap, and I wanted to taste her.

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