Page 22 of Rock Me All Night
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I've never paid lessattention to my favorite movie. Somehow, it's less interesting than Miles's fingers grazing my wrist.
That's all it is for the entire movie. He runs his fingertips along my inner wrist.
I order myself to shrink away from his touch, but I can't do it. His hand feels so damn good.
The movie ends with the T-rex attacking the raptors. Credits roll. Lights turn on. Miles pulls his hand back to his lap, no doubt playing nice now that his protective friend is watching.
"Excuse me." I push out of my seat and make my way to the bathroom. I always have to pee after a movie. Today, it's a great moment to regain control of my senses.
I barely know Miles. But I do know he's the only thing that can get my mind off how much I miss my big sister.
It's worth the risk. If I can figure out how to mitigate any complications.
* * *
Kara, Drew, and Miles are waiting outside the theater.
Miles taps my shoulder with his. The simple gesture sets my body on fire.
"Why don't you walk Kara home?" Miles says to Drew. "I'll walk Meg."
A defensive look spreads across Drew's face.
Kara throws me apretty pleaselook.
"Yeah, I was telling Miles about the great boba tea place by my apartment. It's only open till three, so we better hurry," I say.
"Right." Miles catches on immediately. "See you later."
Drew looks at me. Once again, his expression is equal parts playful and protective. "If Miles gives you any trouble, tell me. I'll take care of it."
I try to laugh it off. "It's just bubble tea." I grab Miles by the shirt and pull him in the direction of my apartment.
I take the first right. It's faster to stay on the main road, but I'd rather not risk Drew or Kara getting the idea to come with us.
The side streets are dark. This time of night, the only illumination comes from the moon. I have to concentrate to avoid tripping on the uneven sidewalk.
Miles walks beside me. "You have the same idea I do?"
"I doubt that."
"Your friend and mine. He needs to get laid and he's looking at her the way a dog looks at a bone."
"They're just friends."
Miles shrugs. "Doubt it."
"Why?"
"You didn't notice them eye-fucking?"
"No, I did. Just… she says they're just friends. I don't have any reason to doubt her." I turn at the next intersection. My apartment is about four blocks away. Not a ton of time to figure this out.
"I like your skirt," he says.
"Thanks."
