Page 51 of Entirely Yours
She’s gone less than a minute before the door swings open again. “What did you forget?”
“How good you look when you’re a little sweaty,” comes the answer in what is definitely not Cole’s voice.
I sit bolt upright. Speak of the devil… well, one of them, at least. The more handsome one, in my opinion.
Jules saunters in, his violin case in one hand and a single lavender rose in the other.
“What are you doing here?” I ask.
“I got off work and went to check on the shop.” He nods next door. “I was about to head home to see you when I ran into Cole out front, and she said you’d be here.”
“Here I am,” I say, stupidly.
“Here you are.” He smiles.
“Is that for me?” I ask, nodding toward the rose. It’s a pretty color I’ve never seen before.
He holds it up to his nose, taking a deep inhale. “This? No, this is for Chloe.”
Oh.
“I’m joking, Thea,” he chuckles. “Of course it’s for you.”
“Very funny,” I scold, taking the flower from his outstretched hand. “It’s beautiful, thank you.”
“It is,” he replies, but when I look up his eyes are on me, not the rose in my hand.
Something shifted with Jules the other night. It seemed like he was about to kiss me when we were lying in his bed. At the time, I was glad for Chloe’s interruption, but ever since then it’s been all I can think about.
He looks around the studio. “You know… I’ve never seen you dance before.”
With a start, I realize he’s right. Something that’s so ingrained in who I am as a person and he’s never seen it. That feels wrong.
I nod toward his violin as I stand. “Play me something?”
Jules sits on the bench by the window and unpacks his violin. Within a few minutes he’s begun playing, and another shock runs through me because I’ve never heard this part of him, either. I close my eyes and listen to the unfamiliar tune.
It doesn’t take long before I’ve caught on to the rhythm, slow and methodical.
And I dance.
And it feels so fuckingfreeing.
I can feel Jules’ eyes follow me as I move across the floor. His playing speeds up and so do I. The intricate footwork is a part of me, deeply personal and natural. Each flex and bend of my body releases pent up stress that I’ve been holding onto for weeks.
The music pulls me in and Ichaînésturn until it suddenly stops, and I’m in his arms.
He gives me a searching look—waiting, asking.
I barely nod before his lips are on mine.
It feels like sweet surrender.
Thea’s body molds to mine, and it’s complete bliss.
Earth shattering, wave breaking, bliss.
She tastes like mine—at least that’s what I keep telling myself. I’ve felt protective over her, drawn to her, since the night we met, and I’m overwhelmed again by how lucky I am that she’s carryingmybaby.
