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breath tickled my ear.
Before I answered, he pulled me to my feet and onto the dance floor. Strong arms encompassed me in their protective hold, fingers digging into my sensitive flesh.
Is this what my first wedding dance would've been like? Well, not with Steven. He had two left feet!
Jack glided across the dance floor smoothly, and I smiled as my former theater training kicked in.
"Do you remember the last time we danced?" he asked and dipped me so low I grasped his shoulder to keep from falling.
My cheeks burned. "Senior prom. You remember?"
His lips slid into an easy smile. "How could I forget, love? You looked like an angel that night – just like you do now."
I shook my head, remembering the pale pink nightmare of a dress. "No, Jack. That frilly thing was awful. It was my first time making a ball gown, and it didn't work."
"It worked for me," he said and gripped me tighter.
My heart pounded against his powerful muscles, and I fought to ignore the heat pooling between my thighs. "Plus, Billy Sanders stood me up that night."
His lips burned against my forehead. "I know. Why do you think I went to your prom to begin with?"
Leaning back, I looked up at him. "You said you wanted to relive your senior year."
When I said it out loud I realized how stupid it sounded. He'd been a sophomore in college at the time, why would he want to come back to high school? College was much cooler than hanging out with a bunch of teenagers. Why did I believe it back then?
He laughed. "I only said that because I knew you wouldn't go with me if I asked. To be honest, I was happy Billy stood you up. Happy you were mine for the night."
The humid air caught in my throat, and I buried my head in his shoulder. How could I respond to that? A mixture of fury and desire surged through my veins at his confession. It was over ten years ago Matilda, it doesn't mean anything now.
"It seems like I can't meet a man willing to stick around,” I mumbled.
A strong hand caught my chin and forced my head back. His lips were mere inches from mine, so close they nearly brushed. "I'm here, Mattie. I've always been here."
My stomach fluttered, and I pulled my chin out of his hand. Why did he have to say things like that when they weren't true?
"You haven't lived in New York for the past eight years,” I reminded him.
A muscle tensed in his jaw. "My work keeps me busy. But I always come back to see you and Cheryl."
Great. Now he put me in the same category as his sister!
"Look, it's getting late," I said and pulled out of his arms.
His fingers and palms trailed over my skin, but he relinquished his hold with a sigh.
"You're right. We should go to our room."
We walked through the town in silence, our feet kicking up clouds of dust in the twilight. Most of the wooden structures were raised on stilted legs for to avoid floods come monsoon season, their shuttered windows and thatched roofs simple and functional. We climbed the steps to our motel room, and Jack unlocked the door and flipped on the light. Then something fast and pale scurried across the wooden walls – several somethings.
Shrieking, I pointed a shaking finger. "What was that?"
Jack raised an eyebrow and chuckled at my reaction. "Geckos, love. They eat the bugs."
Okay. We were in the subtropics, and Thailand had different insects then New York. Hell, I grew up in a city famous for giant roaches – but we didn't have lizards crawling across our walls!
"What kind of bugs?" I asked and stepped tentatively into our room. It was small with a double bed and bathroom. At least it had a bathroom.
"All sorts. Mosquitoes, roaches and whatever else they can find. Not as scary as anything from my home country," he said with a wink.
The geckos weren't overly large, maybe four to five inches in length. I’d ignore them as long as they didn’t crawl on me.
"I'm going to take a shower," I said and hurried into the bathroom.
Good. Gecko free.
Like the bathroom at his place it was a tiled
Before I answered, he pulled me to my feet and onto the dance floor. Strong arms encompassed me in their protective hold, fingers digging into my sensitive flesh.
Is this what my first wedding dance would've been like? Well, not with Steven. He had two left feet!
Jack glided across the dance floor smoothly, and I smiled as my former theater training kicked in.
"Do you remember the last time we danced?" he asked and dipped me so low I grasped his shoulder to keep from falling.
My cheeks burned. "Senior prom. You remember?"
His lips slid into an easy smile. "How could I forget, love? You looked like an angel that night – just like you do now."
I shook my head, remembering the pale pink nightmare of a dress. "No, Jack. That frilly thing was awful. It was my first time making a ball gown, and it didn't work."
"It worked for me," he said and gripped me tighter.
My heart pounded against his powerful muscles, and I fought to ignore the heat pooling between my thighs. "Plus, Billy Sanders stood me up that night."
His lips burned against my forehead. "I know. Why do you think I went to your prom to begin with?"
Leaning back, I looked up at him. "You said you wanted to relive your senior year."
When I said it out loud I realized how stupid it sounded. He'd been a sophomore in college at the time, why would he want to come back to high school? College was much cooler than hanging out with a bunch of teenagers. Why did I believe it back then?
He laughed. "I only said that because I knew you wouldn't go with me if I asked. To be honest, I was happy Billy stood you up. Happy you were mine for the night."
The humid air caught in my throat, and I buried my head in his shoulder. How could I respond to that? A mixture of fury and desire surged through my veins at his confession. It was over ten years ago Matilda, it doesn't mean anything now.
"It seems like I can't meet a man willing to stick around,” I mumbled.
A strong hand caught my chin and forced my head back. His lips were mere inches from mine, so close they nearly brushed. "I'm here, Mattie. I've always been here."
My stomach fluttered, and I pulled my chin out of his hand. Why did he have to say things like that when they weren't true?
"You haven't lived in New York for the past eight years,” I reminded him.
A muscle tensed in his jaw. "My work keeps me busy. But I always come back to see you and Cheryl."
Great. Now he put me in the same category as his sister!
"Look, it's getting late," I said and pulled out of his arms.
His fingers and palms trailed over my skin, but he relinquished his hold with a sigh.
"You're right. We should go to our room."
We walked through the town in silence, our feet kicking up clouds of dust in the twilight. Most of the wooden structures were raised on stilted legs for to avoid floods come monsoon season, their shuttered windows and thatched roofs simple and functional. We climbed the steps to our motel room, and Jack unlocked the door and flipped on the light. Then something fast and pale scurried across the wooden walls – several somethings.
Shrieking, I pointed a shaking finger. "What was that?"
Jack raised an eyebrow and chuckled at my reaction. "Geckos, love. They eat the bugs."
Okay. We were in the subtropics, and Thailand had different insects then New York. Hell, I grew up in a city famous for giant roaches – but we didn't have lizards crawling across our walls!
"What kind of bugs?" I asked and stepped tentatively into our room. It was small with a double bed and bathroom. At least it had a bathroom.
"All sorts. Mosquitoes, roaches and whatever else they can find. Not as scary as anything from my home country," he said with a wink.
The geckos weren't overly large, maybe four to five inches in length. I’d ignore them as long as they didn’t crawl on me.
"I'm going to take a shower," I said and hurried into the bathroom.
Good. Gecko free.
Like the bathroom at his place it was a tiled
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