The Night We Met by Nikole Knight

Author:Nikole Knight [Knight, Nikole]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Four

Plunge

With no more alcohol to dull the painful honesty hanging in the air, Jethro suggested heading back upstairs. I agreed and checked my phone, surprised to see it was twenty minutes to midnight. A little more than seven hours left. Why did that feel like too much, yet not nearly enough?

At the base of the steps, Jethro stopped abruptly, and I stumbled to avoid smashing into his back. He rounded on me, taking advantage of the narrow stairwell’s lack of space, and invaded my personal bubble. My spine met the handrail, and I raised my hands instinctively, as if to ward off an attack.

Of course, he wasn’t attacking me. He utilized his height, looming over me even though he was only a few inches taller, and I swallowed thickly as his proximity. With my palms on his chest—there was no leniency in the small space of the stairs—I furrowed my brow and instituted as much distance as possible.

“What are you—”

“I want to take you somewhere.” His teeth worried his bottom lip, distracting me from my irritation at his interruption. “I didn’t drink that much. I’m still good to drive. If you wanna go, that is?”

Ripping my focus from his pink mouth, I banished the curiosity of what his lips would feel like against my own. “Huh? Go somewhere?”

“Yeah, I’m good to drive,” he repeated. “You wanna go?”

At this point, I was willing to go anywhere to escape the close quarters of the stairwell, and Jethro smiled at my enthusiastic nod. “Yeah, okay. Let’s go. Now.”

I pushed against his chest, and for a moment, he didn’t budge. I was bulkier, stronger, and could have forcibly shoved him off, but I didn’t. For one, I didn’t want to inadvertently hurt him. And two, a part of me enjoyed the warmth of him so near.

It had been a long time since I’d met a guy who interested me enough to tempt me. Usually, traveling through the unexplored territory of my sexuality was a no-go for the simple reason of avoiding complexity. Being bisexual, or whatever I might be, was complicated, and the idea of sorting through the quagmire in search of the truth exhausted me.

Perhaps it made me a coward, but it was easier being straight. Sure, the random fantasy in the shower now and then didn’t hurt anybody, but the reality… No.

Yet, Jethro was attractive with his golden hair and hazel eyes. The strength hiding beneath his clothes and the lack of feminine curves was, shockingly, not a turn-off. In fact, my libido roused for the first time in months as he, for the briefest of moments, leaned toward me.

I inhaled sharply at the movement, and as if he was shaken from a spell, Jethro jerked away from me like I’d burned him. His Adam’s apple bobbed, and he smoothed his hands over his wrinkled shirt as he studied the peeling wallpaper.

“Well, let’s go, then.”

Bounding up the steps, he hovered in the doorway, waiting for me to catch up. To be honest, I had already forgotten what I had agreed to as I staggered after him.

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