He's surprised that she couldn't tell he was hard last night while they were dancing. Her soft body pressed against his, looking up at him with that same look, like the world began and ended with him, it was intoxicating. It has to wait. They play board games, even with the missing pieces and even though theyhave a good time, Rene catalogues every accidental touch, every brush of Celine's thigh against his knee, the way she stretches and her shirt pulls to the side, showing the inside of her shoulder, exposing more skin in a way that drives him absolutely insane. She's not even trying and she's lodges firmly in his head. By the time Therese and her husband go to bed, the storm is in full force, howling and ripping at the house. Celine sighs. "What a last day." "Are you heading to bed too?" Rene asks. Celine groans, her head dropping back and Rene can barely control himself. It's too muchlike the pose she made when she came, her head pressing into the pillows, her eyes closed, lips parted. "Yeah. Nothing else to do." But when she lifts her head, she looks at him with something close to a question and he's so ready to answer the question on her mind. She licks across her lips and stands up. "We should do this again ... just us." Rene almost groans as she walks to her room. God, it's so hard for him to resist following. Her parents won't be able to hear them over the storm. But it's a respect thing isn't it? He tries to remind himself of that as he cleans up the games.
