Page 18 of Unscripted Love
“Night,” I whispered a few minutes after he drove away.
That kiss was still on my mind the following week when we gathered in Cincinnati for the bachelor’s weekend. Kyle and I had talked on the phone almost every night that week, but I didn’t see him again until the group met down in the hotel lobby to set off for a day and night of fun.
“What room number?” he asked.
“Three thirteen,” I replied. “You?”
“Three fourteen.” A sexy grin spread slowly across his face. “Hey, neighbor.”
“Are you going to knock on my door and ask for sugar?” I asked. I swallowed hard when I realized how suggestive my question sounded.
“I just might,” he said playfully. Kyle opened his mouth to say something else, but Gabe’s partner on the Blissville Police Department spoke up.
“It’s time to move out if we’re going to make our first events on time,” Adrian said. Half of us were going to a day spa for pampering before our dinner and a show while the others had eighteen holes of golf before the Reds game.
“I’ll see you later tonight at Vibe,” Kyle told me.
“Meet you on the dance floor.”
“I don’t dance,” Kyle said vehemently.
“You will tonight, Dr. Dimples,” I said over my shoulder as I walked away.
The full body massage and hot stone treatment were exactly what I needed to unwind and forget my guilty conscience for a little while. I was mellow as hell by the time we headed to our dinner reservation and the red wine we drank with our meal loosened me up even more. After dinner, our driver took us to the Taft Theater where we enjoyedKinky Boots. In fact, we sang and danced to the music along with almost everyone else in the audience.
I was still buzzing when we arrived at Vibe and decided to pass on the first round of drinks that arrived at our table. Mere and I donned our Best Man and Best Woman sashes and sat on either side of the groom. We laughed and reminisced about the old days, trading barbs and telling stories about one another. I had never seen my two best friends so happy as they were that night. They had both found wonderful men to love and were loved in return. Realizing that might not happen for me—or at least with the man I wanted—had me reaching for a drink when the second round appeared.
I quickly knocked back the fruity concoction and was thinking about stealing Josh’s when I felthispresence. The hair on my arms and the back of my neck stood up, and goose bumps pebbled my skin. I looked away from my conversation with my friends and spotted Kyle in the crowd. He stood unmovingly and stared at me like he was seeing me for the first time. Lust like I had never experienced before charged the air around me and I expected to hear the sounds of electricity snapping and crackling.
Gabe said something to Kyle then patted him on the back, which seemed to snap Kyle out of his trance. I expected them to sit down and have a drink with us, but they grabbed their significant others and hit the floor instead. Kyle sat beside me and looped his arm around the back of my chair. The heat I saw in his eyes and the liquid courage I’d consumed emboldened me to lean forward and press my lips to his.
“I missed you today,” I said. I wasn’t sure which one of us was more surprised by my confession. Then I realized just how true my words were and I wasn’t ashamed of them.
“I missed you too,” Kyle said with a voice thickened by emotion. He reached over and ran the back of his hand across my flushed cheek. “Did you enjoy your massage?”
“Mmmm,” I moaned then added, “It was pure magic.”
Kyle narrowed his eyes suspiciously and cocked his head to the side. “Just how much did you enjoy it?”
“What?”
“Nothing,” Kyle grumbled.
“Oh no,” I said, unwilling to let it slide. “What made you ask that?”
“A few of the guys were razzing each other about how their spouses were getting happy endings at the spa,” Kyle said. “I hadn’t thought about it too much until then, but I didn’t like the thought of someone putting their hands on your naked body.”
“I wasn’t naked,” I told him. Kyle’s scowl relaxed until I added, “I wore a sheet.”
“Not funny,” he groused. The look on his face was hilarious though.
“Dance with me, Dr. Dimples,” I said as I rose to my feet.
Kyle shook his head. “I already told you that Dr. Dimples doesn’t dance.”
“And I told you that he did tonight. Let’s get that hot ass on the dance floor.”
I didn’t stick around to see if he would listen. Instead, I let my swaying hips do the persuading for me as I moved to the rhythm of the music. And just like when he entered the club, I could feel his eyes on my body as I danced and it emboldened me more than any alcoholic beverage ever could. Maybe I was somewhat of an exhibitionist when it came to Kyle because I loved thathewas watching me. I turned after several minutes, and our eyes met and locked across the expanse of the room. Oh Lord, his eyes held so much heat and promise that I expected to go up in flames at any moment.