Page 85 of Say It Isn't So

Bianca was going to be the death of me. She was comfortable with her body. Not that there was anything wrong with that, but maybe there was such a thing as too comfortable. At least for me. I just didn’t feel the need to share my girl’s intimate parts with complete strangers (read: Internet creeps) when I hadn’t even unpackaged that gift myself yet.

And yes, I’d saidmy girlbecause I felt we were at a place where she was mine and I was hers. There were definitely problems looming, but we had promised not to focus on those things right now. The rest of our time in Paris was going to be for us to continue exploring things, to see if us being together was worth it before she told her father.

Let’s just say I was sure it was.

I pulled on the back of my neck as I waited for her.What’s taking her so long?My thoughts were cut off when she walked out in a black strapless dress, a hand on her chest to hold it up.

My mouth immediately went dry.

The way her hair was flowing over her shoulders.

Her lips, pink and pursed.

Her eyes, shining with joy.

Those short heels she wore that were drastically different than her typical tall ones.

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Bianca

Please, please, please let that be an appreciative stare.

I sucked on my bottom lip as I waited for him to say something, anything.

He didn’t, though. He just brought a hand to his chin and scratched. So I turned around and asked over my shoulder, “Can you zip me up, please?”

I felt one of his hands come down and rest on my hip as he leaned in and whispered in my ear, “You look stunning.”

So it was an appreciative stare.

“Thank you.”

With one hand still on my hip, his other found the zipper resting on my lower back, and his fingers grazed my skin as he slowly brought the zipper up.

Was it just me or was he taking his sweet time?

It was pure torture because, as he zipped me up, I could feel his steady breath tickling me in a way that sent shivers up my spine.

I immediately wished we were anywhere but here. It suddenly felt too crowded for my liking. I wanted to be alone with him and for him to be pulling that zipper in the opposite direction, letting the dress pool on the floor at my feet so I could step out of it. I would turn around, jump in his arms and wrap my legs around him as he claimed my mouth.

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Knox

The amount of pent-up sexual energy that was zinging between Bianca and I right now had to be criminal.

I felt her shutter at my touch, her breath hitching as I slowly inched the zipper closer to the top. “There are so many things I want to do to you,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I watched her closely as her head turned and she tried to look at me over her shoulder.

“If only you had access to my thoughts in this moment,” she whispered back. “Tell me we did the right thing by not sleeping together yet.”

I told her what she wanted to hear: “We did the right thing.” Logically I knew it was the right thing, but physically I wanted to kick myself for being so responsible when it came to her.

We were taking things slow, though, I reminded myself.

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Bianca

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