Page 96 of The Other Brother
Someone kicks me in the shins under the table. Ouch.
I look across, and Mel’s raising her eyebrows, throwing us a pointed look.
Oh, right.
I try to control myself; I really do. But Cody’s right there! And my body is now used to expecting that when Cody’s in close proximity, epic things happen.
Besides, all the parents are focused on Kate and Chris. They’re not paying attention to us.
I deliberately drop my napkin. When I reach down to grab it, I use the opportunity to trail my fingers along Cody’s calf.
When I straighten back up, Cody’s neck is flushed.
“Stop it,” he says between clenched teeth.
“Stop what?” I ask innocently. I move my leg, pressing my thigh into his.
The flush creeps further up his neck. “Bathroom,” he breathes.
I give a small nod.
A minute later, Cody stands up, his blush still evident. Avoiding my eyes, he pushes his chair back and weaves his way through the tables in the direction of the bathroom. He’s not paying enough attention to where he’s going and whacks into a chair, reaching out to stop it from tipping over.
I wait for a few minutes before following him, ignoring Mel’s gaze that’s boring holes in my back.
When I make it to the bathroom, he’s leaning against the sink.
“Nice play. CIA agents should come to you for training,” I say.
He quirks an eyebrow. “Do you want to spend time talking about my levels of subterfuge, or do you want to do other stuff?”
“Definitely other stuff,” I say.
Cody grabs my hand and pulls me into a stall, locking it behind us. As soon as he turns back, I’m up in his personal space, my mouth finding his automatically. Our kisses are hot, hard, and furious.
The sound of the door opening bursts my Cody-kissing bubble. I wrench my lips away from him, staring into his dark, panicked gaze.
A guy hums to himself as he uses the urinal.
“Shit,” Cody mouths.
I put the toilet seat down and kneel on it, so if anyone looks under the stalls, they’ll only see one pair of legs.
We wait until the guy finishes his business, and we hear the click of the door shutting. Climbing off the toilet, I lean up against the wall. Cody’s hair is disheveled, and I can’t help reaching over to rearrange his curls back into place.
The fear fades from his face into something softer. “This is stupid,” he says.
“Yeah.” Even though my brain is only functioning on half its normal supply of blood right now, I know he’s right. It’s way too risky.
Giving him one last kiss, I unlock the stall, sneaking out of the bathroom.
And bump straight into Frank.
Shit. I try very hard to pull my I-wasn’t-just-making-out-with-your-son face.
It does nothing to dilute his suspicious look. “Have you seen Cody?”
“Um… yeah. I think he… ah… went to use the bathroom after me.”
