Page 64 of Flirting Lessons

“Morning,” Taylor said back. She couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Avery’s face, creased by her pillow, her bare shoulders, the top part of her breast exposed above these luxurious sheets that felt so good against the skin.

Avery half smiled back at her, before reaching over to her nightstand. She slid a pair of glasses on, then turned back to Taylor and sat up straight.

“Now I can see you.”

Taylor sat up.

“I didn’t know you wore glasses.”

Avery took her hair out of its messy bun, and then twisted it back into a slightly neater bun.

“Oh yeah, I’ve worn them most of my life. I can barely see without them. I took my contacts out after you fell asleep last night.”

She looked so cute with her glasses on and her hair—despite her efforts to tame it—still tousled from sleep, with that pristine white sheet covering her, that Taylor had to lean over and kiss her softly on the lips.

“Those glasses are very sexy.”

Avery laughed and kissed her back.

“Youare very sexy.”

At first it was just a quick, soft, easy, no-big-deal good-morning kiss. But, even though this was not at all what Taylor had intended, it turned into a lot more. Taylor pulled Avery back down onto the bed.

“I only wish most people found my glasses to be this much of a turn-on,” Avery said, her hand on Taylor’s waist. “I wouldn’t have needed flirting lessons from you if that was the case.”

Taylor was too busy kissing Avery’s neck to answer her.

Just as Avery’s hand cupped Taylor’s breast, a loud buzzing interrupted them.

“What is that terrible noise?” Taylor closed her eyes, like that would make it stop. It didn’t.

Avery turned to her nightstand.

“Oh sorry, that’s my alarm.” She kissed Taylor again, then got out of bed. “Which unfortunately means I have to get in the shower.”

Taylor sat up again. She was unreasonably disappointed, despite her plan to let Avery down easy and leave.

“I have no idea what time it is, but it feels very early for an alarm to be going off on a Saturday,” she said, in a much grumpier voice than she’d intended.

Avery just laughed and pulled a robe out of her closet. Taylor should have known she was the type to be super chipper in the morning.

“It’s seven, which I agree is very early for a Saturday, but unfortunately, life as an event planner means I often have to get up early on Saturdays. I have a fiftieth anniversary brunch this morning, and a corporate dinner tonight, so it’s a busy day.” She put herrobe on and walked to her bedroom door, and then stopped. “Do you need the bathroom before I get in the shower?”

Taylor nodded and stood up.

“I’ll be quick,” she said.

She couldn’t help but squeeze one of Avery’s breasts as she walked by. Avery’s laughter followed Taylor into the bathroom.

Taylor splashed water on her face and shook her head at herself. She shouldn’t have done any of that. The kiss, the far more than a kiss, the boob grabbing, none of it. Ugh, she had to say something to Avery before she left and Avery thought they were together now or something. She was dreading this. She was always so fucking bad at this part.

She came out of the bathroom, ready to start this conversation. All she could do was be kind but honest; that would be the best thing for both of them. But before she could say anything, Avery whisked into the bathroom.

“Don’t worry, I’m fast in the shower!” she yelled through the door.

That hadn’t been what Taylor had been worried about, but okay.

Taylor shrugged and went into the living room to retrieve her clothes as well as her phone from her jeans pocket. She’d expected to find them thrown on the floor and couch, but they weren’t there.

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