Page 57 of Wild About You
Everly turns to her. “Please tell him he can’t watch a movie with me and River.”
“You can’t watch a movie with them,” she says so matter-of-factly like her word is the end-all.
“Thank you.” Everly smiles smugly. “But will you still get the movie going in the theater room?”
“What are you watching?” Piper asks as she pops the tab of the can.
“The new Ryan Reynolds one on Netflix.”
“Oh, I haven’t seen that yet,” Piper says, eyes going wide with excitement. She bites at her bottom lip and we both look at Everly.
She groans. “Ugh. Fine, but you two have to sit in the back, far away from us.”
River shows up as I get the movie ready. He and Everly take seats in the front row with a blanket. I grind my molars. I know the blanket trick. I used it myself many times to cop a feel without getting caught.
I go to the thermostat and crank it to eighty-five. His balls will be so sweaty he won’t even think about letting her touch him.
Piper sits in the back with a big bowl of popcorn in her lap. The wet spot on her shirt has grown and I can see the outline of her bra.
I settle back into my seat. It’s weird if I don’t sit next to her but being this close is difficult. She’s dating someone and has made it very clear that she is only here to help with Everly.
She props her long legs up on the seat in front of her.
“Were you raised in a barn?” I ask with a playful smirk, without looking directly at her.
“My feet are clean.” She wiggles her bare toes which just draws my attention back to her smooth legs.
The shorts she’s wearing ride up high on her thighs. Piper always did have great legs. I remember just what it was like to slide my hand up them, and what it felt like to have them wrapped around my back.
I wipe a hand across my brow. Fuck, it’s already hot in here.
Everly hits the lights, and I don’t think I’ve ever been so grateful to not be able to see Piper.
I move around trying to find a comfortable way to sit here, not see her legs, but also see the screen. I was looking forward to seeing this movie but now I can’t focus on anything but the smell of Piper’s shampoo and her pink toenails.
I don’t particularly like feet, but Piper’s are sexy as hell. I’d suck on each one… I groan too loudly and try to cover it with a cough.
She leans closer and the tips of her wet hair brush against my bicep. “Do you want some popcorn?”
I make the grave mistake of looking at her. Her face is inches from mine, and those dark blue eyes that always remind me of the deep ocean are big and wide and aimed right at me.
“Sure,” I say, not breaking eye contact even as she hands me the bowl.
It isn’t until her lips curve up that I grab a handful of popcorn and look back at the screen.
She doesn’t move away and the left side of my body tingles with awareness. I glance up at Everly and River. They’re quiet, faces forward, but she has her head resting on his shoulder and his arm is around her shoulders. His fingers stroke up and down her arm.
“Give me this,” Piper whispers, taking the bowl back from me. “You look like you might chuck it at his head.”
“I don’t trust him.”
“What’s he possibly going to do in here with you fifteen feet away and ready to pounce?”
“If his brain is anything like mine was, the options are endless.”
She laughs softly. I look over at her and smile back. I wonder if she’s thinking back to all the times we fooled around when we were with other people. Neither of us cared where we were or who was watching—we kissed and held hands, and sometimes even felt each other up while we were at a party or out with friends.
Back then I figured it was because we saw each other so infrequently that we had to make up for it while we were together, but now I wonder if that was just how crazy we were about each other. And if it’d be like that now.
