Only One Touch (Only One #4) - Natasha Madison Page 0,53
off the hook for Evelyn’s sake, but he is going to have words for me later. “Things are actually calming down.” She looks over at Manning, and her smile gets even bigger. “It’s almost as if it’s yesterday’s news.”
“There is always a bigger story,” Becca says. “Big news today, cat litter news tomorrow.”
“I’ve never heard that saying,” I say from beside her, and she doesn’t turn to look at me.
“I was mostly worried for Jaxon,” Evelyn says and you can see tears coming to her eyes as she blinks them away. “I didn’t want him to feel any of the negative that was coming our way.”
“Well, at least one of us cared about that,” Manning says. “Murielle was more than okay spilling the beans to him that Evelyn and I were a couple.” He puts his hand on hers, she turns it over and their hands link. I look at them and I have the sudden need to hold Becca’s hand. I sit back watching how they act, and it scares me when I finally realize that this is how I feel about Becca. I mean we haven’t said the words out loud yet, but I love spending time with her. I love when we talk, and I love when we don’t talk and all we do is sit there in our own little world, but knowing we are just next to each other comforts me in a way I didn’t know existed.
The meal goes off with the subject staying light. Becca is still acting the part, and I hate it. When we get up to leave, I grab her hand, and I’m surprised she lets me, to be honest. We walk out, and she hugs Manning and then Evelyn, thanking them for a lovely dinner.
“Where are you parked?” She looks at me and asks, and I just point at the SUV.
She walks with me. “Becca.” I say her name, and she turns around.
“No,” she says, looking around again to make sure that no one is looking our way. “We are not doing this in the middle of a fucking public parking lot where people can hear us, or better yet take a picture of us.” She opens the SUV door and gets in. I walk around the SUV and get into it, making my way to her place since it’s closer.
The doorman comes to the door, opening it for her. I get out, grabbing my bag and walk in with her. She can be mad all she wants. I’m not leaving here tonight. Her eyes go to the bag, and she doesn’t say anything either.
She walks ahead of me to her bedroom once we get into her place. I place the bag on the bed and then turn to her, but she doesn’t wait another second. “What the fuck was that?” she asks, pointing at the door.
“What was what?” I pretend not to know what she’s talking about, but I know exactly what she means.
“Don’t do that.” She folds her arms. “You kissed me.”
“I’ve kissed you many times before,” I point out, taking off my jacket, assuming she isn’t going to kick me out on my ass. I toss the jacket on the chair in the corner.
“You kissed me in the middle of a public restaurant with eyes on us,” she says, and I wait for her to finish. “You kissed me in front of Manning.”
“Okay.” I take off my cuff links, walking over to the bedside table and placing them on there.
“Nico,” she says my name. “We haven’t even discussed what this is.” She points at me and then to her. “This whole thing.” Her hand goes in a circle. “Whatever this is.”
“I thought we spoke about it,” I say, and she glares at me. “I told you I like you.”
“Well, I like Manning,” she says, and it’s time for me to glare. “You don’t see me kissing his lips.”
“That’s not funny.” I put my hands on my hips.
“I’m not trying to be funny.” She mimics my stance.
“What do you think this is?” I ask, and she tilts her head.
“I have no idea what it is,” she answers right away. “I was not putting a label on it. I thought we were friends with perks.”
I glare at her, and she doesn’t finish her sentence. “Do you have any other friends with—”
“I suggest you think about that question before you say it out loud,” she warns. “What is this?”
“It’s a man and a woman who enjoy spending their time