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“You’re going to kill me,” I groaned.

“How about I do it my way while you recover and then you can be all bossy again for the last one?” She wiggled her eyebrows in the cutest way and I laughed.

“Okay, Soph. Show me your way.”

So she did.

It was very late by the time that I decided to leave her. We were both sweaty and sated and boneless.

“I would walk you to the door but…” she trailed off.

We hadn’t kissed since I’d attacked her earlier, but I couldn’t leave without a goodnight kiss. I’d kept my distance while she was naked, but I couldn’t anymore.

“You were perfect, Soph. So fucking perfect.” I kissed her deeply, making lazy sweeps with my tongue that had my head spinning and wanting to climb into bed with her, but I leaned back before I could.

“Thank you, Reid,” she said. “Tonight has been unexpected, but unforgettable.”

“Goodnight, Soph,” I said, giving her one last peck before I went to the door. Before I left, I turned and said one last thing.

“Don’t come again until I tell you to.”

She gasped and I laughed as I unlocked her door and went back to my apartment.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Sophie

If I’d had any lingering questions about my sexuality, they had been put to rest last night. Watching Reid come? Sexiest fucking thing I’d ever seen. She let herself go and it was unreal. I couldn’t stop thinking about it the next day while I sat at the library desk and then watched my lecture and tried to work on an assignment that was due next week, but it was no use.

All I could think about was Reid. And when we could do that again. Immediately, I was hoping.

You’re still coming with me to that party tomorrow, right? She asked the next afternoon. I knew she had work tonight and that was annoying because I wouldn’t get to see her. I also didn’t want to be too clingy and desperate, even though she’d told me I couldn’t come again until she’d given her permission. Was she serious? Or was that just a thing from last night?

I was so new to this. I didn’t know what the rules were.

Yeah, definitely. It sounds like fun. It would be fun if she was with me. I knew that if I told her I was uncomfortable and wanted to leave, she’d get me out of there.

I trusted Reid. I trusted her in a way that scared me. These feelings were big and new and terrifying and I had to process them with my best friend.

I did something last night I sent to Larison.

Good or bad? She asked. I was surprised when she got back to me immediately.

Both I sent and she video called me right away.

“You can’t just drop a bomb like that,” she said, her face filling the screen. She was in her car.

“I assumed you were busy with Juni’s dance class,” I said.

“Your timing was perfect because I dropped her off and came out to my car to grab something and talking to you is giving me the excuse to not sit with the other moms.” She made a face. I’d assumed all those stories about dance moms were just exaggerated for TV, but then Larison filled me in that they were all pretty much true, even when the kids were really young.

That was what Reid went through with her mom. It made sense that she’d go no-contact. That she would want to quit ballet. That she’d want to have her own life. Yes, she’d had talent, but what about the cost?

Reid. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Thinking about last night. She’d been so careful with me. So gentle. I’d been supported and cherished the whole time and all I wanted was more of that. More of all of it with her.

“Sophie? Earth to Sophie,” she said, pretending to tap the screen to get my attention.

“Sorry. Drifted off there for a second.”