Page 68 of The First Time
Kit: Better.
Piper: You do better.
Kit: If I do better, you won't be able to move.
Piper: Yeah?
Kit: You'll be too wet and needy.
Piper: Try me.
Kit: Not a good idea
Piper: I can handle it.
Kit: You can't.
Piper: How do you know?
Kit: I know. I am home.
Piper: I promised to take you to your bike. You still need a ride?
Kit: Depends on the kind of ride you mean.
Piper: You know what kind I mean.
Kit: Yeah, I've been at the gym in my building all morning.
Piper: Okay. I'll leave in ten minutes. Should take an hour.
Kit: Put on panties.
Piper: I make no promises.
* * *
I shiftmy weight between my legs. I've only been at Kit's place once, and it was because he didn't have a choice.
This is different.
He practically invited me here.
I take a deep breath and knock on the door.
From inside, he says, "it's open."
I shouldn't be dizzy, but my head is spinning. After another deep breath, I turn the knob and step inside.
Kit is upstairs, standing in the frame of his bedroom door, clad in only jeans. His back is defined. His shoulders are strong. And he has this black tattoo running down his side. Words. I can't read them from here, but I want to. I want to run my fingers over his skin until I feel the ridges from the ink.
What does it say?
What does it mean to him?
He steps inside his bedroom and pulls a t-shirt on. Then he's back in the hallway, his dark curly hair falling to his shoulders, his dark eyes fixed on me.
"I thought you were dressed," I tease.
