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Had I pushed Jasper into something because he was nice to me?
Right on cue, my phone vibrated, and I pulled it from my hoodie pocket to read the screen on my way into the house.
@KnightTimeDanc3r: Hey. Do dress rehearsals start tonight?
@Jo.GraemePlace: Yeah. Ginger will be there with the costumes.
@KnightTimeDanc3r: Okay, thanks. You having a good day?
@Jo.GraemePlace: An interesting one. You?
@KnightTimeDanc3r: I am, I think. Still adjusting. See you at rehearsal.
@Jo.GraemePlace: Later.
Redbone's "Come and Get Your Love" sounded through the house speakers when I entered, and I started singing as Finn offered me a grilled cheese sandwich. I wrinkled my nose over the tomato soup and danced my way to the stairs.
I'd missed the music all over the house. Granpa liked things quiet unless Ian was there, and Ian had moved into the barn apartment during the rebuild.
I climbed the stairs, noting Knox leaving his room, danced into mine, and Knox followed. I handed him the rest of my sandwich, and he laughed, dancing with me for a second before leaving me again, closing the door behind him.
Stripped my clothes off to "Don't Go Breaking My Heart" by Elton John, Kiki Dee.
Ian's music tastes spanned genres, and I fully expected to hear this in the barn soon.
Hot water pelted the top of my head, and I stood there for a minute letting the heat seep into my skin. I leaned my head against the tile and closed my eyes. A vision of Knox's smiling face floated through my mind, a-ha's "Take On Me" giving him a soundtrack as I thought about last night. My cock crawled up my belly, waving proudly as I remembered that kiss.
Hand on the tile, the other wrapped around my flesh, and I held my breath, urging, cajoling, and driving myself to the finish. It took less time than I expected. With Jasper, I had to finish myself after. He was a top and never lasted long enough to get me there.
I needed to stop comparing Knox to Jasper. It wouldn't help me, and it just might ruin what Knox and I could have.
Chapter 10
As good As You
It took me an hour to choose something to wear after the shower. Uncle Ian gave me shower gel, shampoo, and shaving cream from the place he got his, and I smelled good to me by the time I left the bathroom. He'd taught me scent was the first part of getting dressed.
I concentrated on the music, dancing while I stared at the contents of my closet. Mom bought me more than gear for work. Or maybe Uncle Ian provided the new clothes?
I belted out the chorus of Peter Cetera's "One Good Woman" and I chose an undershirt to go under a black sweater. Was still working on whether I wanted skinny jeans or boot cut when a brown hand reached around me towards the shelf.
Finn handed me the dark denim boot cut and smiled. "It's too cold for loafers."
"Thanks," I nodded, pulling the jeans on under my towel. "Did I forget something?"
"Oh, no." Finn shook his head. He frowned at the floor, and I continued to dress, waiting for him to say what he needed to.
The door opened, and Ian poked his head in before joining us. "Did you tell him?"
"No. I don't like the sweater," Finn said, and headed into the closet again.
I looked down. "What's wrong with it?"
Ian fingered the neckline. "Are you sixty? Colin must have bought this."
Finn walked out holding a thinner one with a v-neck. "This with the wool coat."
"Okay. Thank you." I switched sweaters and waited.
