Friends Without Benefits (Knitting In The City) - Plot & Excerpts
He pressed my body to his tall, lean form, and we swayed to the music. I swallowed. He smiled at me. It was an irresponsible, dreamy, devastating sex on a stick smile. I swallowed again. Nico was a good dancer. I never danced with him while we were in school, but I remembered watching him dance with other girls at homecoming or our high school prom. He was one of those guys whose rhythm and corresponding movements fused effortlessly with the music, like the music took its cue from him and not the other way around. I was at a loss. Part of me—the part that endured a half-decade of merciless teasing—wanted to glance around the room and feign boredom. Another part of me—the part that was held every night for four months—wanted him to hold me close, stroke my back, tell me I was forgiven for treating him so shamefully. Both parts were trapped in the quicksand of his gaze and web of his body.
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