eight hours on them during a day.”
He scoffed. “Not like anyone forced you to be a dancer.”
She sighed. She was almost regretting asking him over. Maybe a quiet night at home was what she’d needed, and she’d mistaken that need for veggie fajita’s and the world’s biggest example of spoiled-only-child-syndrome in the flesh. But when she looked up at him again, he was grinning at her. He winked and then let his leg trail up the inside of hers as a warm tremor radiated out into her body.
* * * *
Gray woke up to Ian’s naked skin surrounding her. He wasn’t overly large at six foot tall, but he was sure as hell larger than her small frame, and when she woke up, she was sweating and uncomfortable.
She walked into the bathroom, closing the door before she turned the light on, and then she yawned as she wandered to the sink, turned the faucet on, and flushed her face in cold water. She peered up at herself in the mirror, and she stared. Even stooped over, her breasts had no fullness to them. They weren’t mosquito bites, but they were little more than that. She was judging her breasts as she stood in the bathroom in the middle of the night. Odd… The thing was, she’d always liked her smaller tits just fine.
When she stood upright she stared at them, and when she covered one with the palm of her hand, she squeezed. She didn’t even fill her own palm, and she let out a huff of breath as she released her hold on herself. Her pale skin instantly flushed pink where her hand had been gripping her breast. “Small tits are dancer’s tits,” she commented quietly to herself. It wasn’t really her comment though. She’d heard it more times than she could recall—largely from dancers who had, well … small tits. A convenient expression.
When she wandered back out to the kitchen to get a drink, she left the lights out. Her loft was large and open with incredibly high ceilings and expansive arched windows that let in a yellowish-pink light from the city streetlamps below. There was nothing at all but open space separating her from Ian who was snoring softly in her bed, sprawled out in the middle.
When Ian’s cell phone vibrated across the kitchen counter, she picked it up, glancing at it. “JAS” flashed on the screen, and she set it down for a moment before picking it up again.
“What the fuck do you want?” she asked dryly as she answered.
Jasper’s warm chuckle returned to her, and she smiled. He had a deep voice, and his quiet laughter sent that warmth straight through the phone and into her body.
“Well, if it isn’t my new friend Gray. You have a thing for Ian’s phone, I see.”
“He’s asleep. You realize it’s two-thirty in the morning?”
“I do. I just closed up for the night, and I wanted to see if he was still up.”
“I’m afraid he’s not.”
“Hmm… So, since you’re dating my best friend, I feel like I should know something about you.”
She imagined his eyes watching her as she listened to his voice. He not only had beautiful eyes, but she’d noticed instantly he had this expression that suggested his brows were permanently arched in this rather cool, cocky sort of way. The look seemed to imply the world was nothing more than a thing to be smirked at. And she couldn’t help but wonder if it was exactly that to him.
“Well, what would you like to know?” She was talking quietly.
“Where do you come from? What’s your story?”
She sighed, collapsing onto the barstool that sat at the kitchen island. “Umm… I’m from Boise, Idaho originally. My parents moved to Austin when I was eight when my dad’s job was transferred, and I started taking dance lessons through the Ballet Austin Academy. I eventually moved into their apprentice program and was then contracted through the Ballet Austin Company. I made principal a few years ago. My father was transferred back to Idaho for his job around the same time, and I stayed behind. They work hard. They’re a few
He scoffed. “Not like anyone forced you to be a dancer.”
She sighed. She was almost regretting asking him over. Maybe a quiet night at home was what she’d needed, and she’d mistaken that need for veggie fajita’s and the world’s biggest example of spoiled-only-child-syndrome in the flesh. But when she looked up at him again, he was grinning at her. He winked and then let his leg trail up the inside of hers as a warm tremor radiated out into her body.
* * * *
Gray woke up to Ian’s naked skin surrounding her. He wasn’t overly large at six foot tall, but he was sure as hell larger than her small frame, and when she woke up, she was sweating and uncomfortable.
She walked into the bathroom, closing the door before she turned the light on, and then she yawned as she wandered to the sink, turned the faucet on, and flushed her face in cold water. She peered up at herself in the mirror, and she stared. Even stooped over, her breasts had no fullness to them. They weren’t mosquito bites, but they were little more than that. She was judging her breasts as she stood in the bathroom in the middle of the night. Odd… The thing was, she’d always liked her smaller tits just fine.
When she stood upright she stared at them, and when she covered one with the palm of her hand, she squeezed. She didn’t even fill her own palm, and she let out a huff of breath as she released her hold on herself. Her pale skin instantly flushed pink where her hand had been gripping her breast. “Small tits are dancer’s tits,” she commented quietly to herself. It wasn’t really her comment though. She’d heard it more times than she could recall—largely from dancers who had, well … small tits. A convenient expression.
When she wandered back out to the kitchen to get a drink, she left the lights out. Her loft was large and open with incredibly high ceilings and expansive arched windows that let in a yellowish-pink light from the city streetlamps below. There was nothing at all but open space separating her from Ian who was snoring softly in her bed, sprawled out in the middle.
When Ian’s cell phone vibrated across the kitchen counter, she picked it up, glancing at it. “JAS” flashed on the screen, and she set it down for a moment before picking it up again.
“What the fuck do you want?” she asked dryly as she answered.
Jasper’s warm chuckle returned to her, and she smiled. He had a deep voice, and his quiet laughter sent that warmth straight through the phone and into her body.
“Well, if it isn’t my new friend Gray. You have a thing for Ian’s phone, I see.”
“He’s asleep. You realize it’s two-thirty in the morning?”
“I do. I just closed up for the night, and I wanted to see if he was still up.”
“I’m afraid he’s not.”
“Hmm… So, since you’re dating my best friend, I feel like I should know something about you.”
She imagined his eyes watching her as she listened to his voice. He not only had beautiful eyes, but she’d noticed instantly he had this expression that suggested his brows were permanently arched in this rather cool, cocky sort of way. The look seemed to imply the world was nothing more than a thing to be smirked at. And she couldn’t help but wonder if it was exactly that to him.
“Well, what would you like to know?” She was talking quietly.
“Where do you come from? What’s your story?”
She sighed, collapsing onto the barstool that sat at the kitchen island. “Umm… I’m from Boise, Idaho originally. My parents moved to Austin when I was eight when my dad’s job was transferred, and I started taking dance lessons through the Ballet Austin Academy. I eventually moved into their apprentice program and was then contracted through the Ballet Austin Company. I made principal a few years ago. My father was transferred back to Idaho for his job around the same time, and I stayed behind. They work hard. They’re a few
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