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with the pins. God, I loved her hair. I wrapped a curl around my inger and said,  I m good at
being patient. I m just not good at staying away from you. Surely you know that by now.
She grinned, and leaned her head back into my hands.  I think that s been obvious from
the beginning.
I dropped my hands from her hair to her neck. I pressed down with my thumbs,
massaging gently. Her eyes luttered closed. Her lips parted. She had no idea how sexy she
was. In that corset, she looked like a 1950s pinup girl.
I leaned down and pressed my lips to the curve of her shoulder. Somehow, despite
being on stage under the heat of the lights for several hours, she still smelled divine. I dragged
my mouth up her neck to that spot below her ear that drove her crazy.
She exhaled, like my kiss had pushed all the air out of her lungs. Her hand curled
around the back of my head, pulling me closer. I smiled against her skin.
She said,  You ve bewitched me.
I chuckled, and traced a inger along the ine bones of her collar. I could map out the
architecture of her body for days and never get bored.
 Body and soul? I asked, quoting the play.
I opened my mouth and tasted her skin. It was almost as delicious as her groan that
followed.
 Definitely, she said.
 Who is being unoriginal now?
A knock at the door broke the spell between us. Benji, the stage manager, poked his
head in the room. I turned so that I blocked Bliss and that corrupting corset.
 You guys about ready? I m going to lock up.
 Sorry, Ben. We ll be out in just a sec. His expression was skeptical.  I promise. Two
minutes.
As soon as he shut the door, Bliss stood. I had to close my eyes to keep from touching
her. That corset& my God. I kept my eyes closed because that was the only way we d make it
out of here in two minutes. Even so, hearing her change clothes was torture. Every rustle of
fabric and zipped zipper brought a vivid picture into my mind. Even though I couldn t see her,
I could feel her presence, especially when she stepped in front of me.
Her hand curled around my neck, tilting my head down. I kept my eyes closed, but the
heat of her breath caressed my face.
 Let s go home, Mr. Taylor.
That name. I opened my eyes, and she was smirking. Two could play at that game.  Oh,
Miss Edwards, I think that might deserve detention.
Her eyes narrowed.
 Or maybe a little punishment.
I got so much pleasure out of seeing the red rise to her cheeks.
 You wouldn t.
Rather than answering, I bent and hauled her over my shoulder. She squeaked, and
clutched at my back.
 Garrick!
 Hush, Miss Edwards. I m taking you home.
Benji was waiting impatiently by the backstage door. His frown deepened when he
saw us. He said,  First, that was three minutes. I counted. Second, you two are disgusting. I feel
like I m watching some Lifetime movie.
I just laughed and told him goodnight. Bliss only pouted at irst, but when I kept her
over my shoulder even as we left the building, she started to struggle.
 Okay, Garrick, you ve made your point.
 I don t know what you re talking about. There s no point. I just like carrying you.
 Well, you ve had your fun. Put me down.
I stopped for a moment and pretended to think. I took the opportunity to slide my
hand up the back of her thigh.
I answered,  I, for one, think there s more fun to be had.
I set off again, and either Bliss was paralyzed or she was really interested in where my
hand was going to go next because she didn t move again.
Until I started descending the stairs to the tube, then she kicked her legs, and gave a
swift, warning pinch to my side.  Garrick, I refuse to let you carry me onto the subway. Down,
now.
I could picture her face red with anger, and suddenly wanted to see it. Flushed cheeks.
Narrowed eyes. Pursed lips. When I got to the bottom of the stairs, I pulled, allowing her body
to slide down mine. I kept my hands at her waist to slow her descent. The shifting of her body
against mine was heavenly. She sucked in a breath, and when our faces were level, her eyes
were not narrowed, but closed. Her lips weren t pursed, but her bottom lip was caught
between her teeth in a way that made my mouth dry. Her cheeks were still lushed, but I had a
feeling it wasn t about anger anymore.
 You did that on purpose,  she said.
I laughed, and it came out raspy. She wasn t the only one affected by our closeness.  I
definitely did that on purpose. I think we should make this a post-show ritual, actually.
She shook her head, and smiled, but she didn t say no. Even under the dim lights of the
tube station, she was radiant. I still couldn t believe I could touch her. There was no one to pull
us apart. Nothing to get us in trouble. I was tempted to announce my love for her to all the
other commuters, but I didn t want to break this moment. I liked the quiet way she was
looking at me, her eyes illed with more than just desire. She made me happy, and I hoped I
was seeing the same in her right then. Suddenly, I was excited to get home and put my plan
into action.
I buried my ingers into her hair, and pulled her in for a kiss. Her hands tightened on
my shoulders, her ingernails pressing into my skin. I took my time tasting her mouth, losing
myself as we waited for the train.
***
As soon as we arrived home, I told Bliss I was going to take a shower. Sundays were a
two-show day, so I certainly needed it. I let her go in irst to brush her teeth. I waited for the
water to turn on, then leapt into action. I found Hamlet s feathered cat toy (the only reason
she would ever willingly get close to Bliss), and hid it underneath the bed. Then I went to the
closet and found the suit coat pocket where I d hidden the ring. I popped open the box to look
at it one more time.
It wasn t much. I was only an actor, after all. But Bliss wasn t one to wear much jewelry
any way. It was simple and sparkling, and I hoped she would love it as much as I loved her. A
popping sensation filled my gut like those silly candy rocks that Bliss loved.
What if I was pushing her too fast?
No. No, I d thought this out. It was the best way. I opened the top drawer of the
nightstand, and slid the ring box toward the back. The water in the bathroom shut off, and I
went back to the closet, shucking my shirt. I tossed it in the hamper at the same time Bliss
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