Page 17 of Push & Pull
“I mean, it happened toyou.”
Simone set aside her book on the nightstand and removed her glasses. “I’m thinking we’re really not so different. I tend to go with the flow, too. It’s something I’ve learned to embrace about myself since…” She tightened her lips. “Things happened. Things out of my control, that I had to learn to accept were not ever going to be in my control.”
“That’s mature.” Petra quickly realized how that sounded. “Seriously.”
Simone shrugged. “Don’t make it weird, and neither will I.”
Sure. Don’t make it weird.Sounded easy enough when Petra was on the other side of the room, but as she flung back the covers on the other side of the bed and contemplated getting in next to Simone, she hesitated.Wow. Those are some legs.Like Petra, Simone slept in a baggy shirt and a pair of shorts. Except hers were much shorter. Petra would dare say they weresexy.
Because that was a lot of leg. Shit, those were some thighs!
“You’re making it weird,” Simone said.
“Sorry.” Petra averted her eyes as she quickly hopped into bed and pulled the covers up to her chest. She pounded down the sheets between her and Simone, creating a flimsy barrier that only made things… weirder.
“My honor is not on the line.”
“Neither is mine,” Petra was quick to reply. She turned off the light on her nightstand. She was in shadow, but Simone remained illuminated by her lamp.
“You’re kinda cute when you’re flustered.”
Petra faced the wall. A mass-produced landscape picture greeted her. “I’m not flustered. I’m tired.”
The other light shut off. “What time are we getting up?”
“Six.”
“Can I use your phone in the morning? I want to call ahead to the airport and book something in advance.”
“Sure thing. Sorry we didn’t think to check for yours this morning. We were in a hurry.”
“Was I conscious when I got into your car?”
Petra grimaced. “You were in and out. You walked down there with our help. You buckled your own seatbelt. But I’m not surprised you don’t remember any of it.”
“I…” Whatever Simone originally meant to say was lost to the ether. “Thanks for looking out for me. Not many strangers would do that these days.”
“I’m notmost strangers.” What Petra didn’t say was that she may rob some, but she would never put them in mortal danger.Some put themselves in those situations.At least she hadn’t run over Clyde Quimby. That would have been a mark on her soul.
Freakin’ Clyde Quimby.She could still smell his breath and see the reflection of his ass in the roadside motel mirror. Usually, Petra seduced her marks, got what she needed, and left them to their stranded fates. Forgetting them was easy. Usually.
Then she ended up in bed with an attractive woman who felt a million miles away.
Petra rolled onto her back again, hands folded over her abdomen. Beside her, Simone wrapped her fingers behind her head, careful to not brush her elbow against Petra.I’m super tired. I should be falling asleep already.Yet Petra’s thumbs twiddled against her torso. The woman next to her sighed.
“So, uh…” Petra cleared her throat, not that it helped her feel any more confident. Which was another strange thing. This was a woman who rarely struggled to say what was on her mind, regardless of how awkward it might be for her companion. “You, uh… I mean…”
Simone slightly stirred. Petra was so keenly aware of Simone’s slightest movements that she felt like they were in a twin bed, not a queen.
“You wanna have sex?” Simone plainly asked.
That was both a giant relief off Petra’s shouldersanda massive spin to her head.Did she say what I think she did? You’re kidding, right?It couldn’t be this easy.
“Thank God.” Petra pulled the covers up between them, granting her easier access to the person beside her. “You read my mind.”
While this wasn’t part of any master plan, Petra would be lying if she hadn’t been thinking about it since they got to the hotel room. Simone was hot.More than hot. She’s exactly my type if I’m honest with myself.A prissy woman with short hair and legs for days?Jesus, come down and get your girl because she’s about to die and depart for heaven.Petra would never come on to a vulnerable woman like Simone, though. Not for personal pursuits.
But, uh, if the other woman brought it up?
