Page 137 of Girls Night
Like, “Look at me, I’m fine as hell,” which she is.
“You think so?” She turns beside me. “I feel like the slit might be a bit much.”
Maybe, but it’s my favorite part. At the very start of it, there’s this strappy lace situation going on that matches the top of the dress. Hot as fuck if you ask me, and the fact that the skirt is flowy assures it’ll be visible whenever she moves. “It’s not too much, trust me. Black tie, remember?”
Jules smirks in the mirror and snakes her hand down to mine, lacing our fingers together. “Well, if my date thinks this looks good, then I guess I’ll go with this one. Idolike the red.”
There it is again—that word.Date.Three weeks ago I don’t think it would’ve meant much of anything to me, but now...
I have to know.
I gave her last night, didn’t ask a single question. Today’s a new day.
With a quick arm, I pull her to face me, interlocking our stares. “What are we doing, Jules?” On some level, I’m not so sure I really want to know, but the last three days have been a whirlwind, and I’m not sure I can handle another three without, at the very least, some answers.
“What do you mean?” she asks, pulling the seemingly innocent card.
I should’ve known she might try to play it off, scoffing quietly as I reach for her other hand. “Exactly what you think it means. You look amazing in that dress, okay? And all I wanna do right now is slide my arms around that little waist of yours like I did last night and taste your lips again. Is that allowed? Is that what we’re doing now or was that just a one-night thing?”
Jules has always blushed, but the way she looks at me right then… “Is that what you want?”
Yes.
I don’t say so, though. I actually don’t know what to say, so I throw the question back at her instead. “Is that whatyouwant?”
Her pretty green eyes flick to the floor for a split-second, then back up to my face. “You want me to be honest?”
My stomach nearly jumps into my throat, that question can bring brutal answers, but I force myself to keep calm. “Always.”
Nodding, she squeezes my hands and steps closer, bringing her lips to my ear. “Yes, that’s what I want. Took me a while to realize it, to realize that somewhere along the way I fell for you, but I want you, I do. I’m tired of pretending like I don’t.”
I’m pretty sure the world around me comes to a screeching halt. Is this real life? Like for real for real, or am I dreaming this shit?
I abandon her hands for her hips before even realizing it, my palms running up the curves of her body. “You sure about that? We already made it weird, Jules. If we go any further, we’ll really be at that point of no return. There’s no—”
“There’s no going back after that, I know, and that’s okay, ‘cause I don’t wanna go back...and I know you don’t either. You’ve been waiting for this longer than I have.”
Damn, was I that obvious this whole time?
Up her neck, around her face, I beckon her impossibly closer, fighting back the urge lay my lips flush against hers and let my touch do the talking. “You’re right, I have, and no, I don’t wanna go back. I’m not sorry about it, either.”
Jules smiles and circles her arms around my waist. “I don’t want you to be sorry, Kai. I want you to show me what it’s like to be yours, what it’s like to be loved by you. I want you to show me everything you wanted to say and do to me over the years but never did.”
I almost laugh in her face. Not in a bad way, but if she only knew how long and extensive that list was. Let’s just say she’s not ready for all that.
“You want me to be honest?” I counter, and she gives me the same answer I gave her.
“Always.”
Tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, I hold her curious, unwavering stare like a vise and speak the truth. “I don’t think you can handle all of that in one night.”
It’s subtle as hell, but I don’t miss the slight bulge of her eyes or how her cheeks heat all over again. Which is why her reply leaves me momentarily speechless, even as two girls walk into the dressing rooms, eyeing our proximity questioningly. “Try me. No hesitations tonight, okay? Dowhateveryou want.”
Chapter Eight
Jules
Waiting for Kaia to kiss me again has been pure torture, especially after our conversation this morning at the dress shop. There were at least three opportune times for her to just swoop in and take it, but it’s almost like she was purposelynotdoing it. I actually think she was getting off on it to be completely honest.
