Sample Sunday: Foreplay

Hey. Hello. Wassup. Here’s another–tiny–snippet from To Break a Vow, which has a release date that I’m not comfortable sharing just yet. Just know that it’s coming soon. As always these words are mine, unedited, and highly subject to change. Enjoy and let me know what you think in the comments.

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“Is this your first time in Vegas?” Eyes on her profile, I watched her cheeks stretch upward as she covered her grin with her glass, taking a tiny sip of the colorful, frozen beverage in front of her. High cheekbones and fat cheeks were just another thing her and Latoya had in common. When she placed the glass back on the bar, she shook her head in answer of my question.

“This is my third time here.”

“Ah, you’re practically a local by now.”

She laughed lightly. “Not by a long shot; I’ve rarely left The Strip on each visit.”

With my arms folded in front of me, I leaned on the bar top and canted my head to look at her. Her eyes were constantly moving, flitting from her drink to the couple at the end of the bar then back to her drink before venturing up to the mirror behind the bar which reflected the entire casino floor. I wanted her eyes on me. I wanted to see the flare of attraction that swam in their citrine depths when I’d first walked over to her. An inexplicable feeling began to bloom in my chest and I was seconds from following the impulse.

“What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done here?”

A ghost of a smile quirked at the corners of her lips as her eyes finally found their way back to me. They held for five seconds, not nearly long enough for me to get my fill of them, before falling to her drink. Slowly, she shook her head.

“Got married.”

My brows rose, and that impulse inside of me flared. “Do tell.”

She had my full attention and I twisted on the cushioned stool, positioning my knees on either side of her body and purposefully inserting myself into her personal space. The more we talked, the closer I wanted to be to her.

“Ugh. Do you really want to hear this? Talking about exes isn’t the best foreplay.”

My grin was wide and indulgent. I was impressed, and decided right then that I would be following through with that incessant impulse. “Is that what we’re doing? Engaging in foreplay?”

The fingers of one hand tightened around the stem of her glass as the digits on the other grazed the base of her throat and she bit her lip to hide her embarrassment. When her eyes met and held mine, I felt a strange sense of pride.

“Isn’t it?”