Page 32 of One More Weekend

And it looked like she’d taken me seriously, her voice growing louder with each word.

“They were awesome.” I tucked my hands into my pockets, trying to regroup myself with some fresh air. Maybe it was the stuffy bar or the intimate show that had made me want to be so close to Jenna. But I needed to back off until I knew how she felt.

Losing her balance, Jenna nearly fell into me. I whipped out my hands and steadied her before holding out my arm for her.

She laughed as she shook her head, looping her arm in mine. “I just can’t believe we might not get to see them like that again.”

God only knew which of the ten ways Jen could have meant. But all of them were true.

We stumbled down into a subway, continuing to talk about the show as we rocked along the train tracks with the other passengers.

By the time we came out from the station a few blocks from home, Jenna was fully wrapped around my arm. I wasn’t sure when she’d looped her hand around my exposed bicep but it had felt so natural I didn’t question it until I was fishing our keys out of my pocket.

I was trying to figure out why it felt so good like her hand belonged on my skin.

I led us upstairs, her buzz starting to waver with each steep step until we got inside.

She kept her grip on me, asking me to walk her to her room without saying it.

My heart pounded in my chest.

She’s just a friend. It’s just a favor.

But when she looked up at me as she leaned against her doorframe, I wasn’t sure how true any of it was.

I didn’t think friends looked at each other like that.

With a low, tired voice, Jenna smiled. “Thank you. It was really special.”

Letting my head rest on the moulding around her doorway, I swallowed and looked down at her. “You’re welcome.”

Her eyes flicked down to my chest. It was impossible to hide the rapid rising and falling when we were standing so close.

And then her blue eyes moved from my chest to my lips before meeting my eyes again.

I couldn’t stop mine from doing the same, scanning her mouth before looking back at her. Somehow, our faces had moved closer in the seconds we’d looked away.

Maybe it was something magnetic. Maybe it was just the liquor making her sway.

Without another word, Jenna leaned forward, letting her hand drop to my forearm.

But before she could press her soft, delicate lips into mine, I pulled away. “Not like this.”

No, I couldn’t let us cross this line here and now. Once we did, there was no turning back. And I needed to make sure that both of us were really ready to take the leap.

Fuck, I wasn’t even sure I was.

22

JENNA

Is there a fuckingherd of elephants in there?I wondered as I clasped my hand to my forehead, trying to calm the throbbing of the insane headache that had ravaged my brain overnight.

The apartment was silent, making it easier to remember what had happened the night before as the memories flooded back.

Le Poisson Rouge was awesome, so was the show.

Flashes of dancing and strobing lights came back to me as I sat up in bed, clutching my temples as rose.

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