Page 40 of Broken Melody
“Oh my god, Britt! Not funny! I’m not sending that.”
“Fine. Then send something already so you can tell me what the hell happened.”
I type out a quick note – “Grabbed a driver and came home with Britt. See you tomorrow at practice.” Sending it, I exhale, walk to the couch and sit. “I totally made out with Maddox in a dark closet that smelled kind of like moth balls and I liked the hell out of it. The making out. Not the moth balls.”
“Atta girl! Give me all the details,” Britt says sitting on the other end of the couch massaging her now bare feet.
“We were dancing, and things got…heated. I was tipsy and told him I wanted privacy and so he grabbed my hand and we found some in the form of a closet.”
“Close quarters, nice,” Britt says eyes wide and following every word.
“And so when we got inside, we…”
“Attacked each other with your mouths?” Britt asks making me laugh.
“I guess you could say that. We just seemed to combust. Our mouths and hands were everywhere. I couldn’t get enough.”
“Sounds hot.”
“It was, but it was more than that. It was…uninhibited. I felt…”
“You felt free. Connected. Trusting.”
“Yes. I mean, usually, since…since…”
“I know.”
“Well once I started dating again, every move, every word, every action – I was methodical about controlling it. Even with Trevor-”
“The orgasm warrior.”
“Yes,” I smile at her words. “Even with Trevor things were never wild. Not in the way that this simple moment was with Maddox. And I don’t know what that means. I don’t know why I would allow myself to completely let go like that with someone I barely even know. And then, we were interrupted by an employee opening the closet, but if we hadn’t been…if we hadn’t been Britt, I would have totally had sex with him right up against that wall.”
She sighs, “Wall sex is so hot.”
“You’re not helping.”
“Sorry, it’s just, I’m living through you.” She switches feet and massages her other foot. “Look, I think you shouldn’t read too much into it. If you do, you’ll drive yourself crazy. Chalk it up to a fun moment and let it go. I mean, I know you, and after what you saw, some of those warm and fuzzy’s have fled, yeah?”
“Yeah, a bit,” I mumble thinking of all those hands on the body I had just worshipped myself.
“And rehearsals start tomorrow, right?”
“Yeah, they do.”
“Then if I were you, I would do my best to brush it off, and let it go for now. Your rehearsals are too important and you will be stressed enough.”
“Yeah, good point,” I nod and then yawn feeling tired suddenly and ready for bed.
“But of course you need to go in there tomorrow looking hot as hell.”
I laugh, “Of course.”
“That’s my girl,” she says with a nod.
Standing, I stretch, “I’m heading to bed. I’ve got a long day tomorrow. Rehearsal mid morning and work at night.”
“Alright, I’m headed to bed myself. Sweet dreams,” she tells me and I smile.
Later, when I’m in the shower, washing the sweat from my skin dancing induced, I find myself reliving every moment I shared with Maddox tonight. Thoughts of each kiss make my lips tingle; his touch is imprinted upon my skin. Part of me wishes I could wipe the feelings away like a smudge on glass. Instead, my face and body heats once more at the recollection and I find my hand moving south eager to ease the burn.
