Page 49 of Jacob

“Alcohol will help.” He exits and heads to the kitchen to get the girls a drink.

“Just a little one. Prosecco, if you have it.” Skye bounces her shoulders up to her ears. “I’m working tomorrow.” She walks around and slides gracefully onto the seat next to me.

“Aren’t we all? You can get a taxi home,” Violet suggests as she chases after Lincoln.

Shoulder to shoulder, an awkward silence dances between us.

Keeping my voice low, I say, “I sent you a text.”

“I was just heading into dance classes when you sent it. I haven’t had a chance to reply,” she whispers back.

Turning her body round to face me, she says, “Hi.” I love her soft voice.

“Hey, Butterfly.” I lift my hand to her cheek, but I stop myself and rest it back on my lap.

“I missed you today.” She looks at me, then looks away. “And thank you for my new stylus pen. You didn’t need to get me one.” She fiddles with her shoelaces on her sneaker like she’s nervous.

“You are more than welcome. You’re right, I didn’t have to, but I wanted to.”

I had bought a new one and left it on her office desk.

Changing position to face her, I swivel around in my seat. “This is so hard,” I confess. “What I wouldn’t give to bite the curve of your neck.” I move my mouth to the shell of her ear, then blow softly against her neck.

“That feels nice,” she says breathlessly, tilting her head to the side.

“You like that?”

“I do.” She almost moans.

So close now, but not touching, I let out a long gasp of hot breath on the spot she wants me to, causing her to shudder.

“Oh, yes, I love that.” She sounds contented.

“I’ll remember that for the future.”

“If only we could now.”

“Soon.” I’m praying it’s soon. I’m praying for all the yesterdays I missed and the tomorrows I want to be a part of. “Soon, Butterfly.” I can’t make any promises, but I want to. “Then I will do so many sinful things to this beautiful body of yours,” I whisper into her ear.

“I can’t wait another minute.”

“You’ll have to.”

She pulls in a breath. “I just… just so much… I want…”

“To touch?”

She wrinkles her nose. “Yeah.” She lets out a frustrated sigh.

Where the fuck is Owen?

A tendril of hair escapes her updo and she pushes it behind her ear. “You don’t have to call me tonight anymore. You’ve seen me now.”

“I’d like to see more of you,” I admit.

“I need to record a tutorial for my video channel, you naughty boy. You’re a bad distraction.”

“You’re a fucking nice distraction.” She catches me staring at the hard outline of her nipples.

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