Page 55 of Wright Together
I shook my head. “I don’t think so.”
She grinned, running my tie through her fingers. “You think I’ll share a bed with you again?”
“We don’t have to share the bed,” I said, dragging her fingers up to my lips. I pressed a kiss into each knuckle. “We could share the couch and the shower and the desk.” I kissed up to her wrist. “The floor.” Another kiss up her arm. “The wall.”
“Okay, okay,” she gasped breathlessly. “I get the picture.”
“I could draw it for you.” I pressed our lips together.
She leaned into me with a sigh. “Fine. One room. You convinced me.”
“Can I convince you of something else?”
“What’s that?” she asked, rising on her tiptoes to try to get to my lips again.
“Go to the fundraiser dinner with me.”
She dropped heavily onto her heels. “What?”
“The dinner this weekend.”
“Right. I mean, I’m going. We’re both going. Nora hired a limo for the group.”
“I know. I want you to go with me.”
“What’s the difference?” she asked warily.
“You’d be my date.”
She opened her mouth and then closed it. I waited patiently for her to think it over. I could see the cogs working through her mind, but she didn’t pull away from me. Part of me wanted to push. Maybe at the start of all of this, I would have, but I’d seen her come to me of her own accord now. I’d held her as she cried. We were more than casual. Somewhere between that and dating, and I was ready to take the next step. I wanted her to be ready, too.
“Okay,” she finally said. “Okay, I’ll be your date.”
I sealed her promise with a kiss.
17
Eve
“So, adatedate,” Nora said.
I held the cocktail dress up to my figure. Nora had insisted on going dress shopping for the event tonight. We were currently in Chrome, a local designer clothing store, handing off potential dresses to the hovering salesclerk. I wasn’t sure I could afford anything in this place, but here we were.
Now, I was pretty sure she’d only asked me because West had told her about my date with Whitt tonight.
“Adatedate.”
Nora squealed. “Oh my God, I’m so excited for y’all.”
“It’sonedate, Nor,” I reminded her, replacing the dress on the rack.
“You’ve been dating for weeks!”
“No, we’ve been hooking up for weeks.”
She huffed and picked up a green dress. “Try this one on.”
I took it out of her hands and held it up to me. Yeah, this could work. I passed it to the salesclerk.