Page 31 of Shy Girls write it Better
She blushed, sending him a shy smile.
“Okay, better start on that risotto.”
Buddy and Carter both followed her around like the lost puppies they were.
Cassie
Something had shifted tonight, she wasn’t sure what.It was, perhaps, the whole domesticity of the scene - her taking a bath at his place, the shopping, the walk with the dog.
Over the last three weeks, they’d had an untold understanding: whenever they exchanged a hot, lingering look, and remembered what it felt like to feel each other intimately, they ignored it.
Now, Carter didn’t.In fact, quite the contrary.
“How can I help?Put me to work.I can chop and… chop some more.”
She laughed.
“Okay, start with the shallots then.”
They worked side by side in relative silence, Buddy between them.
“Music?”he asked, and without her assent he turned on some blues.
“Summertime, and the livin’ was easy,” she sang along with Ella, the familiar lyrics rolling off her tongue.
“Of course she sings!”Carter exclaimed, his tone half amused, half exasperated.
“Mama wishes I didn’t,” she replied, fondly.“She was a professional singer, you see.She and my sister are very good – I’m not.”
“Honey, some people sing, others torture their surroundings.That was singing.”
“Are you under curtain one or curtain two.”
“Pray you never find out the answer to that question.”
When they stopped speaking, the air was filled with so much tension she wasn’t quite sure what to do with it.
Thankfully, he did.
“Fuck this shit.”
On that lyrical note, he pushed the chopping board back, took her by the hips, and lifted her onto the countertop before capturing her lips under his.
Carter
Fucking finally.
That was the one thought running though his mind as he explored Cassie’s lips, gently, as though they had all the time in the world.They did.
This felt so right, so simple, yet so strong.His face dipped to her neck and he inhaled eagerly before kissing her there, too, as she moaned in pleasure.
“Don’t make noises like that, Cassie darling.We have a dinner to cook and eat, and a movie to watch.Moan again and we’ll skip right to dessert.”
“Maybe I want dessert.”
Holy fuckingshit.Cassie took control, wrapping her legs around his waist, clasping her arms around his neck, and pulling him close, before resuming their kiss; only this time it was hungrier, angrier, deeper, impatient.
Fuck.
