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“Danika.” I lowered my voice. “There’s nothing I want more than to get younaked.”
A glow of heat spread across her cheeks. “Really?”
I leaned in. “Did you know that every time you lean over to pour tea, I can see your nipples? You’re not wearing abra.”
Her breath intake wassharp.
My legs parted as I straddled the table between us. “I wanna make you moan so loud that cats would startwailing.”
“Ohmigod,” she whispered, her tongue darting out to touch her lips. She took a breath. “I like you.” My pulse started racing and my heart leapt up to the decorated ceiling. “I really do. And I’m really fucking turned on byyou.”
I clenched my hands briefly, then released them. “That makes two ofus.”
“You’re the hottest guy I’ve everseen.”
At some point in my life I learned to let the pretty boy comments pass over me and not stick to my ego. “Not as hot asyou.”
Shesmiled.
“No relationship, no strings attached?” Icontinued.
“Right.”
I took a breath and arranged the cups on the tea tray so that they were even. I wasn’t up for casual sex. Not with her, because it’d never be casual to me. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught two old men playing chess at a tiny table on the left, surrounded by acrowd.
Her hand reached out and rubbed up mythigh.
She wanted my body. And maybe the connection to herpast.
Nothingmore.
Notenough.
* * *
Two more potsof tea later, I paid the bill and we left. “I can pay my own way,” shesaid.
“I know.” Like I’d let her pay even if we were “friends.”
She tilted her head to the side and gave me a small smile of thanks. We stepped outside the tea shop to the sound of a band playing in thedistance.
“Let’s go see what’s going on at theplaza.”
“Sure,” I said. I’d take every moment I could get withher.
We walked through the streets of Granada at night and ended up at a plaza filled with people. A band played at the farcorner.
“Sevillanas,” she said. Se-vee-yan-as. “A form offlamenco.”
I blinked. “I can’tdance.”
She gave me a playful push. “You just need someone to teachyou.”
“No.I can’t dance,” Irepeated.
“Here.” She held a slim arm up to the sky. “You pick the apple.” Then she expertly moved her hand in front of her face. “You take a bite of the apple.” Then she moved her hand down to her waist. “You throw the apple away. And that’s how you dancesevillanas.”
I reached up and pretended to grab an apple from an imaginary tree. “I feellame.”
