Page 70 of Yearning For Her

“I should take a page out of your book. Find a hobby, make a career of it, and work for myself. Maybe I could even sell pictures of my feet.” Jamie grinned. “I heard that makes some nice money, and I think I have pretty hot feet.”

Willow laughed. “Yeah, your feet are pretty cute.”

“Oh! That reminds me. We should get pedicures soon.”

“We should,” Willow replied as she stirred her sour cream into her chicken taco salad. “That’d be the perfect time for me to take some pictures of your sexy feet.”

Jamie snickered. “I’ll hold you to that.” She took another bite of her fajita and made a sour face. “You want to know something else?”

“What?”

“I slept with Brian.”

Willow gaped at her friend, nearly dropping her fork. “No, you didn’t.”

“I sure did.”

“You never told me this! When?”

“Last December. It was the day of the company Christmas party, while he was still a lowly team lead like me. We both had a little too much to drink, one thing led to another, and we went back to my place. Didn’t make it to the bedroom. Hell, we didn’t even make it to the couch. Fucked right on my living room floor.”

“I can’t believe you had sex with Brain. And he’s still been a jerk?”

“He’s worse. Probably didn’t help that I kicked his ass out when it was over.”

“Wow.” Willow leaned forward and raised her brows, lowering her voice. “How was it?”

“It was absolutely shitty. I mean, I was drunk, but not drunk enough to enjoy that. He might as well have been humping my thigh for how fast he came. And he was about to fall asleep on top of me until I shoved him off and told him to leave.”

“Still can’t believe you never told me this.”

“Believe me, I wish I could forget it. Thought maybe if I didn’t say anything, it’d be like it never happened.”

Willow chuckled. “Doesn’t work that way.”

“Don’t I know it.”

They ate their food, basking in the ambiance created by surrounding conversations and the upbeat music from overhead speakers. For a while, Willow debated whether she should tell Jamie about Kian. Was it too soon? It wasn’t like she could be entirely truthful, regardless—not just because Jamie wouldn’t believe that he was an incubus, but because it wasn’t Willow’s secret to tell.

How could she really define her relationship with him, anyway? If she admitted to her friend that she was dating Kian, how could she keep insisting to him that they weren’t?

Aren’t we, though?

While she’d seen Kian every day, they hadn’t done more than kiss after she’d fed him on her couch five nights ago. At first, she had wondered if that night had been an especially vivid dream, brought on by the wine and her potent fantasies, but it certainly hadn’t been. If the sensation in her clit the next morning hadn’t been proof enough, the note Kian had left on her fridge confirmed that it had all been very real.

She almost snorted as she recalled what he’d written.

Had a wonderful time, Violet.

Willow couldn’t deny the twinge of hurt and disappointment she’d felt that morning. Part of her wished he had stayed the night, that he’d lain beside her, slept beside her. Wished she had awoken in his arms. But he’d left her alone, having taken only what she’d offered and no more.

You can’t be upset about that, Willow.

She wasn’t. She was just…conflicted.

But she had to admit, waking beneath the soft glow of the fairy lights on her bed’s canopy had been…sweet.

Now, she’d come to anticipate the doorbell ringing every morning, when Kian would bring her breakfast and take his own from her lips. She could still feel the warmth of his mouth on hers, could still taste him on her tongue, could still feel his arms wrapped around her, his hands clutching her as though he couldn’t get close enough.

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