Page 163 of That One Night in Vegas: A Lesbian Romance
She wanted to experience brand new things, and doing them
with Adalynn would be so much fun. She suddenly wanted to
become a good ballroom dancer. She wanted to know which
pieces of music Adalynn liked and the ones she didn’t and
why. Adalynn wasn’t a good cook, but it would be fun to take
cooking lessons together so that they could both get better.
It stabbed at Cassia’s gut when she realized she was already
making plans that inserted herself into a future with Adalynn,
but she didn’t know if that was going to be possible. Cassia
wanted to enjoy every moment they spent together and not
hope for more than Adalynn could give, but it was impossible
not to be excited, even if she cautioned herself against it.
Her natural response was to crave Adalynn’s touch, her
closeness. It wasn’t just because she was Cassia’s first. It was
so much more beyond losing her virginity. She felt connected
to Adalynn on a deeper level, a different plane than most
people inhabited altogether.
The room was electric with their connection. The current
that travelled between them was as charged as ever. Her body
was starved for Adalynn and when she leaned in, setting her
cheek against Cassia’s cheek, it took a herculean amount of
effort for her not to rush things by grasping Adalynn’s jaw and
turning her face in for a kiss that would leave both of them
dizzy and breathless and wanting more. Instead, Cassia let
Adalynn lead like she was leading her with every step that
they took.
Adalynn’s breath was warm and tickled her cheek, and
Cassia was so relaxed she felt like she could have been
floating instead of actually dancing those steps. She closed her
eyes and swayed with Adalynn, inhaling the sweet citrus scent
