Danced Close by Annabeth Albert

Danced Close by Annabeth Albert

Author:Annabeth Albert [Albert, Annabeth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2017-01-09T16:00:00+00:00


CHAPTER 8

Todd

Kendall had a real nice shower—one of those deals with a separate tub with little lights above it and then a large stall with a big glass door. Plenty of room for two. If I wasn’t still so boneless from coming, we could have had some real fun in there. As it was, we stood there and kissed after we washed, until the water ran cold and my cock started getting interested in things again.

It could wait though, as I was still sorting out how it felt, having come with Kendall, having opened myself up like that. I never did that before—the rubbing and the kissing—and I surprised myself how much I wanted that exact thing again. Kendall, he gave me a taste for all sorts of things I never knew I liked.

Like pesto. After we showered, Kendall pulled on a pair of these soft pants and nothing else, so I followed his lead and just put on my jeans. It was right cozy, sitting at his breakfast bar while he chopped and worked on the dinner.

“Give me something to do,” I said, hating him doing all the work.

“Can you dice an onion?” He passed me a cutting board, knife, and large red onion.

“Yup. What’s that?” I gestured at the bright green puree whizzing around in his high-tech food processor.

“You’ve never had pesto? It’s delicious with roasted tomatoes and onions in this sauce over fusilli.”

I figured fusilli was his fancy noodles. Roasted tomatoes, those were fancy too. “Nope. But I’ll try it.”

“You’ll like it, promise. And it’s not too spicy.”

“Thanks. Sorry for being such a food wimp. It’s just that growing up we always had real simple foods. Never got a taste for the fancy stuff.”

“Your mom didn’t cook?”

“Nah.” I shook my head. I tried to slice the onion into neat little cubes, the way Kendall would. “She works as a waitress. Always said the last thing she wanted to do was be in the kitchen at home.”

“How did you afford dancing?” Kendall clapped his hand over his mouth as soon as the question finished. “Sorry. Ignore that. I need a filter.”

“Nah. It’s okay.” Others had wondered that too, and even Gran and Gramps had gone on about how the money should have gone to other things. “My dad, see, he’s a car salesman. Decent money, so Mama’s money, that paid for the dancing classes and the competitions and stuff, until they split and then there wasn’t money for lessons.”

“They split when you were a teenager?” Kendall’s eyes narrowed. I had a feeling he was thinking about how I’d transformed in the last few pictures in the photo album at Gran’s. Damn but I hated those pictures. I looked . . . hollow, and knowing Kendall had seen me that way made my stomach all queasy despite the wonderful food smells.

“Yeah. Things started going bad when I was twelve or so, and by the time I was fifteen they were split and the money was gone.”

“Is that . . .



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