Page 146 of Untying the Knot
But the brothership by the crackers is unbreakable. A once-in-a-lifetime bromance, something I would never give up for cheese.
Actually, that’s a lie. I would give it up real quick.
Myla shakes her head and chuckles at me before plopping her last piece of cheese in her mouth.
Can we just take a second to fucking appreciate her?
When she walked out of the bathroom in that romper, I was taken back to a time when we first started dating, and she wore something similar. We didn’t even go on our date because we didn’t make it out of the bedroom. I desperately wanted a repeat but knew that wasn’t an option. It pained me walking out of our hotel room with only a light touch to her lower back. Trust me, I wanted to do so much more.
And when we sat down at the table, my hand instinctively fell to her thigh. I wasn’t doing it on purpose. It was a natural thing that I’ve done for years, so when she didn’t shake me away, I didn’t pull away. I didn’t want to.
I wanted that connection.
I want . . . fuck, I want more.
Staring at her from across the room, I want so much more.
“Dude, you look like you’re about to eat her alive,” Banner says next to me.
“I love her, man,” I say as I sip my wine, watching as she laughs with the girls.
“I know.” He grips my shoulder just as the waitstaff comes out with plates of dessert.
The men flock back to the table, the cracker bromance quickly dissolved, and as I return, Myla turns into me and rests her hand on my leg as she leans in. “Guess what?” she asks, a lightness in her voice.
Yeah, we’re both feeling the wine. That much is obvious.
“What?” I ask as a chocolate mousse is placed in front of us.
She leans in closer, her breast pressing against my shoulder as she says, “The girls said it looks like you want to eat me.”
When she pulls away, I stare down at her lips and then back up at her eyes. “Because I do,” I answer without even thinking.
She smirks and then whispers in my ear, “Remember the time I surprised you in Atlanta? I was naked in your hotel room, and you spent half an hour torturing me with your tongue.”
“Baby, that memory lives rent-free in my brain forever. As well as the way you tasted.”
She turns to her plate, carves out a piece of the mousse, and brings it to my mouth. I open and she feeds me. My lips pull over the spoon right before she takes it away.
“I always loved your mouth,” she confesses. “I love your smile, your teeth, and your tongue. The tiny scars above your lip where you were clipped with a cleat by that guy sliding into third.” She smooths her finger over my lips, and I open and nibble her finger, causing her to laugh.
Then it’s my turn to feed her, so I scoop up some of the chocolate and place the spoon in front of her mouth. Keeping her eyes on mine, she opens and allows the spoon to slide over her tongue in the most seductive way I’ve ever seen. When she releases the spoon, she licks her lips and whispers, “So good,” in a tone I’ve only heard in the bedroom.
“You two are making me hot,” Lottie says from across the table. She then turns to Huxley and says, “Can we leave?”
He doesn’t answer. All he does is stand and offer a wave to the table before gripping Lottie’s hand tightly and walking off with her.
“We’re going to take off too,” JP says, holding Kelsey’s hand. “Thanks, everyone, for coming.”
And they’re gone.
One by one, people get up and leave until Myla and I are the only ones left.
“They didn’t even finish their dessert,” she says as she feeds me another spoonful.
“Fools,” I answer as Myla pours us another glass of wine, this one red. She hands me the glass and then holds hers up.
“To new beginnings,” she says and then clinks my glass. Either I don’t care or I’m drunk, but her toast does nothing for me, so I raise my glass.
