Say Please

Please

As much as Chan and I would've liked to skip the ending 'ceremony,' we were required to sit and watch a different group of authors inspire us to continue our good work.

We filed into one of the biggest ballrooms in the building and slid into two chairs on the end of a row. We seemed to be the most uninterested ones of the bunch, as other convention-goers had their notepads out ready to write down any riveting details.

"How long is this supposed to be?" I whispered to Chan.

"Too long," he smiled slyly. His gaze turned serious. "Are you sure you're okay? That was intense earlier."

"You know, after being with Mark for too long, I've learned to expect him to pull anything out of his ass. Is it weird to say that I wasn't as surprised as I should've been? I mean, randomly seeing him on the beach was weird. But him lying about why he was there wasn't. He wanted my last image of him to be a positive one where he could hold the fact that he wanted me back over my head. Too bad whichever poor girl he was with ruined that for him. I could care less about the stupid shit he said. I've realized that I deserve more and that I should've left him a long time ago." I squeezed his thigh gently. "Thank you for caring." Chan kissed my cheek and but his hand over mine on his leg.

"How could I not?"

As the lights dimmed, he draped his arm over the back of my seat, his fingers settling on my bare shoulder. I felt his thumb begin lazy strokes. The familiar buzz of electricity between us began to run through my body.

"Good evening everyone! We hope you enjoyed these past few days—drinks and all!" The emcee paused for the crowds lack of reaction. I imagined the eye rolls were more prevalent than the cheers. He began a long and exaggerated speech about the enthusiasm of each member of the crowd—clearly a lie since I knew at least Chan and I felt differently.

"How much longer is this going to last?" I whispered. "I might die of boredom." He chuckled and leaned in, his lips less than an inch from my ear.

"Should I keep you entertained?" The one of his voice was sultry. It was enough to make me suck in a breath to steady my nerves and excitement.

"How ever would you do that?" I responded coyly, surprised at how put together I sounded.

"I might be able to think if a few ways," he smiled. His arm slid back to his side from its position behind me. The heat vanished, dulling the heat that grew inside as well.

My relaxation was short lived. Chan's wicked hand changed to rest on my thigh, gently playing with the hem of my skirt. His fingers traced the floral pattern over and over—a touch that was both innocent and devilish.

I watched from the corner of my eye as the edges of his mouth curved into a smirk. My attempts at seeming collected were unsuccessful. His posture was relaxed—a stark difference from mine. I was tense—tense in the best way.

I had barely noticed the emcee hand the microphone to the first speaker. She was a short, stout woman in her mid sixties. Her wiry, white hair was unkempt as she discussed her time as a speaker this weekend.

I half listened.

I parted my thighs slightly, letting the right one fall against Chan's. As I did so, his fingers drifted inward. The pads of his fingers painted circles along the places he had kissed for the first time just yesterday. Heat screamed in my core, and I wanted nothing more in that moment than to escape with him.

Unconsciously, I placed my hand over his and pulled both upward, slowly inching him closer to my most sensitive area.

We snuck a look at each other and Chan raised an eyebrow. He mouthed the words "bad girl" with an unholy grin—one that sent a delicious shiver down my spine. I had no idea how long we'd been sitting like this, but I knew I needed an escape. I gently brushed his hand off my body. The momentary loss of connection made my heart drop, but I knew that he would follow me.