It didn’t take long for it to happen. And Alan didn’t notice.
“And he never will,” he said to me, staring at me with those sharp blue eyes. I tangled my hands in his red hair and pulled him close.
The kisses. The chaste and the not chaste. And the lovely dances in the night; dances that weren’t exactly dances, since they were in the night and had no music to them. But they were steady at the least.
I enjoyed every moment of it.
His hands are everywhere. “Yes. He never will.” Mine stay in the same place.
I almost felt bad for Alan actually, because there were times when I liked him better than Alan.