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couldn’t help but wonder what kind of things they might say to Calvin as well.
“Is everything okay?” Calvin asked once they got inside. His words were nearly swallowed by the relentless pounding of the song.
Evie nodded, feeling sick suddenly.
He motioned for her to follow him to a corner off the dining area. The music’s volume dropped, but it was still loud enough he had to talk over it. “Do you want to go find a quiet place?”
She did want to find a quiet place, but she wondered if it was for the same reasons Calvin wanted to. He’d said he wasn’t interested in promiscuous women; hopefully he wasn’t about to prove himself a liar right then and there. “Where did you have in mind?”
He leaned his shoulder against the wall and shrugged. “Have you eaten yet? I know it’s late, but we could sneak out of here and grab a bite to eat.”
She smiled, leaning against the wall as well. “That sounds nice. I made dinner, but never got around to eating it. Let me just text Kelly.” She pulled her cell from her pocket. “I’m telling her we’ll be back in an hour. Does that sound about right?”
“Perfect. Have her tell Parker too, why don’t you? That way he won’t assume I’ve lured you into one of the bedrooms to have my way with you.”
She glanced up at him, distracted by the involuntary thrill that rushed through her at his words. She wasn’t sure which part had caused it; hearing him talk about having his way with her, or the idea that he wanted to protect her image.
He gave her his half-smile; the one that sort of tugged at one corner of his lips.
After Evie slid the phone back into her pocket, Calvin reached out, took hold of her hand, and laced his fingers between hers. She looked down at their joined hands, taking pleasure in the sensation of skin on skin. The living connection between them seemed to thrive each time they were together. The physical contact, his gentle touch, only heightened that sensation–completed it. His fingers slid up the length of hers, slowly, gently, then back. The motion caused her eyes to shut while she focused on the incredible sensation, the unspeakable energy that pulsed through her body.
He repeated the action again before taking a firmer grip on her hand. “Let’s get going.” Keeping hold of her hand, Calvin led her through the crowded space.
She liked the way he’d done it. The idea that he was staking his claim on her. Telling everyone there–with the gesture alone–that she belonged to him.
Chapter Eight
“So, let’s hear it.” Kelly linked her arm through Evie’s as they scurried down the mansion’s porch steps. “Is he a good kisser?”
Evie shivered from the chill in the air; it hadn’t felt so cold when she was out with Calvin an hour ago. “We didn’t kiss.”
Kelly stopped walking, thwarting Evie’s next stride. “You’re joking, right?”
“No. But we held hands.”
Kelly resumed the pace. “Evie, you’ve been holding hands with boys since the first grade.”
“I know. But it never felt the way it did with Calvin. Seriously, there was something different about the way he did it. Sensual, almost.” Just the memory brought warmth to her shivering body. She pressed the button on her key, wondering how much further down the road they were parked. It beeped and lit up a few cars down.
Kelly didn’t speak until they were back in the car. “You’re in trouble,” she said with a laugh.
“Why would you say that?” Evie started the car and veered onto the road.
“Cuz you’re so hot for this guy that holding hands is getting you all worked up. Just think about what the kiss will be like. Assuming he’s a good kisser.”
She had already thought about kissing Calvin Knight. A lot. “I don’t see how that’s trouble.”
“You don’t?” Kelly rubbed her hands in front of the vents. “Like you’re going to be able to put on the brakes when the guy’s that hot. There’s no way.”
Evie craned her
“Is everything okay?” Calvin asked once they got inside. His words were nearly swallowed by the relentless pounding of the song.
Evie nodded, feeling sick suddenly.
He motioned for her to follow him to a corner off the dining area. The music’s volume dropped, but it was still loud enough he had to talk over it. “Do you want to go find a quiet place?”
She did want to find a quiet place, but she wondered if it was for the same reasons Calvin wanted to. He’d said he wasn’t interested in promiscuous women; hopefully he wasn’t about to prove himself a liar right then and there. “Where did you have in mind?”
He leaned his shoulder against the wall and shrugged. “Have you eaten yet? I know it’s late, but we could sneak out of here and grab a bite to eat.”
She smiled, leaning against the wall as well. “That sounds nice. I made dinner, but never got around to eating it. Let me just text Kelly.” She pulled her cell from her pocket. “I’m telling her we’ll be back in an hour. Does that sound about right?”
“Perfect. Have her tell Parker too, why don’t you? That way he won’t assume I’ve lured you into one of the bedrooms to have my way with you.”
She glanced up at him, distracted by the involuntary thrill that rushed through her at his words. She wasn’t sure which part had caused it; hearing him talk about having his way with her, or the idea that he wanted to protect her image.
He gave her his half-smile; the one that sort of tugged at one corner of his lips.
After Evie slid the phone back into her pocket, Calvin reached out, took hold of her hand, and laced his fingers between hers. She looked down at their joined hands, taking pleasure in the sensation of skin on skin. The living connection between them seemed to thrive each time they were together. The physical contact, his gentle touch, only heightened that sensation–completed it. His fingers slid up the length of hers, slowly, gently, then back. The motion caused her eyes to shut while she focused on the incredible sensation, the unspeakable energy that pulsed through her body.
He repeated the action again before taking a firmer grip on her hand. “Let’s get going.” Keeping hold of her hand, Calvin led her through the crowded space.
She liked the way he’d done it. The idea that he was staking his claim on her. Telling everyone there–with the gesture alone–that she belonged to him.
Chapter Eight
“So, let’s hear it.” Kelly linked her arm through Evie’s as they scurried down the mansion’s porch steps. “Is he a good kisser?”
Evie shivered from the chill in the air; it hadn’t felt so cold when she was out with Calvin an hour ago. “We didn’t kiss.”
Kelly stopped walking, thwarting Evie’s next stride. “You’re joking, right?”
“No. But we held hands.”
Kelly resumed the pace. “Evie, you’ve been holding hands with boys since the first grade.”
“I know. But it never felt the way it did with Calvin. Seriously, there was something different about the way he did it. Sensual, almost.” Just the memory brought warmth to her shivering body. She pressed the button on her key, wondering how much further down the road they were parked. It beeped and lit up a few cars down.
Kelly didn’t speak until they were back in the car. “You’re in trouble,” she said with a laugh.
“Why would you say that?” Evie started the car and veered onto the road.
“Cuz you’re so hot for this guy that holding hands is getting you all worked up. Just think about what the kiss will be like. Assuming he’s a good kisser.”
She had already thought about kissing Calvin Knight. A lot. “I don’t see how that’s trouble.”
“You don’t?” Kelly rubbed her hands in front of the vents. “Like you’re going to be able to put on the brakes when the guy’s that hot. There’s no way.”
Evie craned her
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