𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐂 ❶

𝟒𝟐. ✭ 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐘 ✭

My fingers had brushed Dani's in the softest, most sensual way and her body had visibly trembled from the contact. She'd been wearing those big stormy doe eyes as she'd looked back at me and I knew, in that exact moment, what she wanted from me. And fuck if I didn't want to give it to her.

I'd spent my shower thinking about the way that moment made me feel, how she did, and I'd also had to take care of 'said feelings' before I headed back to their room. After everything that went down today all I want to do is have a nice hard fuck but that is a non-option; albeit aside from my own fist. I felt like a young teenager thinking about my crush and stroking myself until completion, not wanting to nut on a first date in case anything got handsy. If I had any alone time with Dani and I hadn't done what I had, I'd basically be a ball of sexual frustration all night.

I knock on their hotel room door and am about to scan the card but Dani opens the door, still fully dressed. I quirk a brow in confusion because she said she was going to do what I'd just done. Well, maybe not exactly what I'd just done, but I digress.

"Well, now I'm feeling underdressed." I said upon entering the room because I'm in sneakers, sweats, and a tee. I put my duffel bag down next to the couch before looking back to her. "What's up with the formal attire?"

"I can't get out of my dress."

"Oh?" I arch a brow.

"Yeah." She wrings her hands out in front of her. "It's buttoned in the back and I can't reach them by myself." She wants me to help take her clothes off. Thank God I'd had the forethought to take what could've been a potential issue— a raging erection.

"You want me to help you out in that department, I'm guessing?"

"Brooks is asleep and I don't want to have to wake him up and well, yeah. If you don't mind." She's looking around awkwardly.

"It's not like you can sleep in the damn thing so get your beautiful ass over here." I signal her to come over to me and she does so, albeit rather timidly. "I've seen you without your clothes on many a time, Dani, so you can stop looking like that."

"I don't look like anything." She comes to stand firmly in front of me stone-faced and stubborn as if to prove her point. I roll my eyes internally because she definitely looked nervous; it was kind of adorable, really. It reminded me of a younger Dani, one from when we'd first gotten together.

A lump gets caught in my throat as I look at the buttons on the back of her dress and am reminded of a time a few years back. Our first time. I try to swallow the memory away as I reach out and begin to slowly undo the small buttons. It's quite the task for hands like mine. Once I get to her mid-back she shivers beneath my touch and I have to pause, closing my eyes at the flashback, because it's such a familiar experience. It's fucking deja vu in the most intimately painful of ways.

"Torey?" My name is said in a breathless manner and fuck me because it might not be the exact same way she'd said it that night but it's so close. "Tor, why'd you stop?" Even that...

"Sorry. I—" I don't know what to say. "No reason." I continue working with her quivering every now and again, her skin covered in gooseflesh. Once her back is bared to me I gently caress the sides of it with my fingers. Her skin is so soft and warm, pliable as I gently grasp her waist.

"Thank you." Her voice seems choked up, like she's on the verge of tears. I look up to see a reflection of the two of us across from where we're standing. This has to be the mother of all coincidences. I hadn't even known there was a mirror right there, but there it is— a large elegant mirror, right over the bar.

I lean down to her ear, just like I had that night, holding her eyes in the mirror as I do. "Why do you seem so scared? Do I frighten you?" The words a deep, throaty whisper in her ear as I repeat the words I'd said to her that night. "I'm not going to hurt you unless you want me to." I graze my teeth against the curve of her neck then nip her flesh.