Page 21 of Rock Me All Night
"Why? Did you also not imagine the guy who wroteIn Piecesas likingJurassic Park?"
"I didn't consider it."
"Guy who's been through that kind of pain. He'd want something dark.Alien," Miles offers. "MaybeTerminator 2."
I let out a deep laugh. It's a full-blown belly laugh. I can feel it in my cheeks, in my sides, all the way to my fingertips.
It's the deepest, fullest laugh I've had since before Rosie died.
My eyes meet Miles's. I'm still not sure what to make of him. He treats everything casually. I don't. And I don't know if I can handle sleeping with someone if the sex means everything to me and nothing to him.
But damn do I want to seize this opportunity. When will I meet another guy who stirs this kind of desire in me? I have four years of medical school then another few of residency in my future. I'm not going to spend the next decade celibate.
Better to start now.
My train of thought is interrupted by Drew.
He steps over us, taking the seat next to Miles. "Kara's in the bathroom." He looks at his friend, shaking his head. "Meg, find me if Miles is giving you trouble. I'll take care of it."
"Next you're supposed to threaten violence." Miles chuckles. "So we all know you're tough."
"You think I won't punch you in the face?" Drew asks.
"You have before." Miles turns to me. "It was over a riff. I called it derivative and Drew snapped."
"Fuck you. That was an amazing lick." Drew shakes his head. His expression is equal parts teasing and frustrated.
"Not gonna change my mind no matter how many times you hit me," Miles says.
Drew flips Miles off. His expression shifts, sixty-forty teasing to frustrated. "Damn, forgot about my favorite part of this movie, when the T-rex eats the piece-of-shit lawyer."
"I was going to be a lawyer," Miles offers. "Drew is pretty subtle sometimes. He can be hard to understand."
Drew shakes his head. The guys exchange a knowing look. They're up to eighty percent playful. Give or take.
I settle into my seat and try to focus on the screen. I can still feel the heat from Miles's muscular thighs.
I go to adjust my skirt. Instantly, I can feel his eyes on my skin. He's staring. Instead of pulling my skirt down, I let it ride up an inch and watch his reactions.
His blue eyes go wide.
He wants me.
I want him.
Maybe I really can do this.
