Chapter 33
And nobody blinked. Nobody chastised. Nobody said, “There’s a time and place for that, and this isn’t it.” Gena didn’t know what to think.
Dylan had looked at her once, brows lifted in obvious query, and she had shaken her head. It was one thing to shift in front of him on the fringes of a bonfire; it was something else entirely to let her guard down at the heart of the gaiety. Her muscles itched to join them. It took all her control not to sink to her hands and knees, and sail over the fence to race the moon to the horizon. But she couldn’t do it. Not here. Not in front of all these strangers.
Dylan sidled up beside her and kissed her temple. “I think this party is getting a bit too wild for me.”
Gena tore her gaze away from the other guests and turned into Dylan’s waiting embrace. “I dunno,” she murmured. “You seem to do wild pretty good, if I’m not mistaken.”
“Only when I’m following your lead. Which I’ll continue to do if you want to stick around here.”