Even though the music is fast, I don't pass up the chance to hold Bella as close as our sleeping daughter will allow.
Fingers grip my shoulders.
Mine on her hips.
We shuffle from side to side.
Eyes on each other.
Bella's always beautiful.
But today there's an extra spark
Alcohol-flushed cheeks.
Shining eyes.
Jealous words.
Turning me on.
"I'm sorry Lauren was so…" I don't know what word to use.
Forward?
"Whoreish?" Brow lifts.
Damn, she's feisty.
I huff a laugh. "That works."
"It's not your fault."
"No," I say. "But I probably should've walked away."
She shrugs. "Maybe."
The nxt chapter picks up right here.
So one more before our 2-day break.