Page 25 of Beau Pair
Zoe holds a lock of Dolly’s hair in her hand and plays with it while Dolly seems to talk about something she’s passionate about. Probably writing, but I can’t hear from the distance separating us.
“I have to admit, I didn’t expect dinner to go this way.” Gordon brings the glass to his lips and sips more of the wine, then licks his upper lip absent-mindedly.
Gosh, I would love to wipe the wine off his lips with my own tongue instead of leaving the burden on him.
Fucking hell with me and my attraction to silver foxes I couldn’t have.
“Really? Knowing Zoe, I was expecting worse,” I say to fill in the silence.
“Yeah, well, I was expecting some more civility, but I guess we’ll just drink together,” he says, and a weight in the pit of my stomach sinks even further.
Does that mean he doesn’t like my company?
“I’m sorry the evening is not going to plan,” I apologize, even though I’m not sure why.
Gordon turns to me and tilts his head to the side and smiles.
“No, don’t say that. It’s all going much better than the plan. Besides, drinking with you is fun.”
The weight shifts inside me, turning from heaviness to a hardness on my up-until-now-asleep appendage. Of course. Because apparently my body only has two modes when I’m near him. Sadness that I can’t be with him, and horny because I need him more than sustenance.
