Billie Bossa Nova

30.

Something was different.

Besides the fact that Kai had her writhing against the door, there was something different about how he touched her. He breathed her in more times than enough. His hands caressed her clothed hips up to her waist and back down in a painstakingly slow manner. Like he could feel her far beyond just his skin. The way he drank her neck, like he was savoring it. Gently, slowly. Like he cared. Like he relished what he was doing. Like he was trying to do more than just kiss her. Trying to show her something. Tell her something beyond what words could say.

His tongue swept over her jaw. She meant to release a sigh, but her godforsaken mouth misunderstood and turned it into a moan. He inhaled her again. Exhaled against her skin. She knew she smelt sweet, earlier this evening she'd applied her vanilla perfume exactly where his lips were. She gasped softly when he began to suck her skin. Her hands surpassed his chest, ran over his shoulders and sunk into his gelled hair. Her breathing rate increased. Kai, in a rough sigh, pulled her hands away from his hair and pressed his palms over her hands on his chest. Clearly, he didn't want his hair looking a mess when he walked out.

His mouth remained on the same spot, kissing like his life depended on it. Devouring her like it was his life's resolution. She was incapacitated by the sweep and swing of the sensations across her body. He breathed her in again. Out. In once more. Out. Then, his lips moved to the other side, doing the same thing. Billie went to grasp his hair again, her fingers closing in on the strands of his hair, making him bite gently into her skin. Biting her lip, Billie refused to cry his name. She refused to be the one writhing and breaking and shaking while he remained calm as the blue summer skies.

Quite abruptly, he drew away. She observed his visage. Jaw locked, lips reddened, hair so messy, a little curl fell over his eye. He looked well and absolutely edible.

"Done," he said. "Don't bother me again tonight."

And then, he shimmied passed her in the small space, opening the door and leaving her in the bathroom stall.

A long sigh left Billie's lips. Her head rested against the door, looking up at the ceiling. Her fingers touched her hot neck, all the places that he'd kissed. Her other hand pressed against her heart, hoping that it would help slow the inhumanly fast drum against her chest.

It was only the moment she heard somebody enter the bathroom that she decided it was time to leave.

Kai was now talking with someone else, probably another one of his business crushes with a new drink in his hand. They made eye contact. Two seconds and he looked away. She thought nothing of it, continued her struts.

"Look who's back?" sang Shanè. "How was seven in heaven with Mr. Handsome?"

"Can we get a name?" jumped Aliyah.

Diana scoffed. "Forget name, did you get a number?"

They all silenced when Karla stood up, watching as she walked over to Billie's side of the table where Billie was yet to take a seat. "None of that matters. What we really need is proof."

Billie crossed her arms. "See for yourself."

Karla scanned her up and down, then sneered, "What?"

Billie crossed her eyebrows when she saw genuine skeptism in Karla's expression. She looked over Karla's shoulder at the rest of the girls, who looked at her expectantly, awaiting something with great anticipation.

"Don't you see it?" she asked.

Karla raised an eyebrow. Scanned her over once more. "I don't see anything."

Billie lifted her drawn eyebrows. It hit her right then that she hadn't checked the mirror to see if Kai had really left any mark there. That in mind, she asked for a mirror from Shanè, who pulled a small one out of her make-up bag in her purse. Billie looked into it, angling it to see her neck. Absolutely nothing. Except for the flush that formed upon coming to the realization that there was nothing there and she had just embarrassed herself by thinking there was.