Page 95 of The ABCs of You & Me

I have nothing to say to that so I stare as Foster twirls another woman seamlessly around the dance floor.

Like, when he touches you, you’re going to come immediately just from sheer relief. And when you decide to go for it you may want to have backups for all the lights in your place because you two are going to be feral.

MAYA!

You said I could be honest with you! I’m being honest.

…

You’re only uncomfortable with it because you know I’m right. I saw you two together. I’ve seen you talk about him. I’ve seen him watch you when you didn’t realize it. He got the hot sauce ON THE SIDE Sophie!

Seriously though you may want to check your vacation days because the fuckfest you’ll be engaged in will be

Shoes appear in front of me, and I quickly lock my phone before I can finish reading Maya’s message. Foster is standing in front of me, a bit more disheveled than he had been earlier. His hair looks like he’s run his hands through it a few times, and I fight the urge to jump up and do the same.

“I wanna ride the bull,” I blurt out. I don’t actually want to, but I can’t admit to what I’d really like to ride right now. Stupid Maya.

He looks to his left where a middle-aged man is staggering to the gate after being thrown off. “Are you sure? I’ve seen like six people get whiplash on that thing since we got here.”

“I’m sure. You too chicken to try?”

“No, I think I’ve got too much length to center myself on that thing.”

Don’t think about his dick, don’t think about his dick.

He instantly looks mortified. “Length was the wrong word,” he stammers. “I mean height.”

Dick, dick, dick. Oh my god, Sophie, stop it right now.

“Well, you can watch me. I don’t have your, uh, length.” What the actual fuck am I saying?

Foster’s whole face turns the color of his hair, and I suddenly find myself unable to care what left my mouth because he looks adorable right now. He’s always so damn hot, but adorable isn’t his standard look. Turns out it’s a nice one, though.

“It’ll start slow and speed up quickly, so be prepared,” the attendant tells me as I swing up onto the headless bovine. Odd considering I grew up with a real one outside my door, but I never once thought,I should ride that thing.

I peer over at Foster as the bull starts to move and grin as I let my hips match the rhythm under me.This is a mistake,I think as our eyes lock. I shouldn’t be looking at him while moving like this. He looks hypnotized, his eyes locked on me as he visibly swallows, lips parted slightly.He got hot sauce on the side.Maya’s words hit me as the bull goes left and I go right, landing on my back on the padded ground.

A hand appears above me, and I reach up so Foster can pull me to my feet.

“You’re not supposed to be in here, man,” the attendant scolds. But Foster doesn’t even acknowledge him. His attention is fully on me, and it’s heating me from the inside out.

I need air.

Without letting go of his hand, I drag him out of the building and into the parking lot. Once I’m free of the music and people in cowboy hats, I feel a bit more like I can breathe.

“You okay?” Foster asks after I let go of his hand so I can redo my ponytail. I look up in time to see him smiling at my head. Smiling at my hair, maybe? Like he’s happy I’m putting it up. Gregory hated my hair in a ponytail, told me I had too much of a pinhead to carry one off. I’ve worn one almost every day since he kicked me out.

“I’m fine, just stuffy in there.” I spin to see where we are in relation to the car. “I guess that could be M? Mechanical bull?”

“Yeah, that works. Can I interest you in Nigerian food for dinner?”

“Four letters in one day? We are wild,” I gasp. “I’ve never had Nigerian food.”

“I haven’t either,” he says enthusiastically, and the idea of trying something with him for the first time has me agreeing immediately.

FORTY-ONE

FOSTER

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