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“A one-night stand, yeah. That was all it was supposed to be, but we went out again, and she was the last woman I picked up.”
“No one since?”
“No. I’ve had a few dates, but those were actual dates, not me picking them up at a bar, and I haven’t been with a woman since her.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t want to pick up women anymore. I liked being in love. I want that again.”
“A relationship?”
“Yes,” Myra said, leaning in as well. “I want to be withawoman, not with a bunch of them. Sex is great. But making love? There’s nothing else like it, and I want both.”
“Me too,” Elisa whispered.
Myra’s arm went over the back of the sofa, and Elisa shifted against it. She swallowed and wanted to be prepared for whatever would happen next, so she licked her lips.
“So, to be clear, I don’t play those games anymore,” Myra said. “And I don’t just want to–”
“Have sex,” Elisa interrupted, trying to speed this along. “Yeah, I understand.”
Myra smiled at her then, and her hand moved to Elisa’s cheek. She cupped it and dragged her thumb along the skin, causing Elisa to shudder because this was the very first time a woman had ever touched her like this.
“You feel it, too?” Myra asked.
Elisa didn’t move or say anything, though, because she couldn’t. She was shaking. Her hands were just trembling in her lap as she tried to hold them together to shield the shaking from Myra. Her lips were shaking, too, but she couldn’t hidethat. When the doorbell rang, indicating that their food was here, Myra proceeded to stare into her eyes for a few more seconds, almost pleading with her own eyes for Elisa to say something, but Elisa’s throat was too dry to make a sound.So, Myra pulled her hand away, her arm slipped off the back of the sofa, and she stood.
“I’ll get it,” she offered, referring to the food that Elisa had totally forgotten about.
Elisa then watched as Myra walked to the door and pulled it open while she tried to get her nerves under control.
CHAPTER 11
“So, you want gray?”
“I don’t want gray. We’ve already decided on the colors, babe,” Monica said.
“But you just said that you liked the gray napkins.”
“I do like them, Bridge, but that doesn’t mean I want them at our wedding. We’ve already locked everything in.”
“I know, but people change their minds all the time,” Bridgette said. “I want to make sure you have what you want.”
Monica smiled over at her fiancée and replied, “I have you. I’m good.”
“Oh, that’s a good one,” Sophie noted.
“Yeah, I’m making a note of it for later,” Bryce added and smiled over at her girlfriend.
“You’re going to just steal my girl’s lines, Bryce? You’re better than that,” Bridgette teased.
“Hey, if it’s right there for the taking,” Bryce replied and wrapped an arm around her girlfriend’s shoulders. “You don’t mind, do you, babe?”
“No,” Sophie said with a laugh and leaned into Bryce’s body. “I’m just glad you’re here.”
“How long are you in town this time?” Kyle asked Bryce.
“A few days. I go back to LA after this, and then Soph will join me in Tennessee.”
