She was openly sexual, she didn’t care what anyone thought about it, and before I started to avoid the girls, I’d been with her on her three Say Yes to the Dress appointments. Thus, I’d seen the wedding gown she selected, which might be the sexiest of all time.

Lottie was twitching the skirt of my gown, Nancy was standing a couple of feet away, tipping her head this way and that, looking me up and down, and my attention moved from my image in the mirror to the girls behind me who were sitting on couches, studying me.

Evie, Ryn, Pepper, and Lottie’s sister, Jet.

Since Axl was doing something for work, and doing it with Boone, and Mo wasn’t allowed to know anything wedding, my bodyguard for the day was Evie’s man, Mag.

We were having lunch after this.

And one could say, I needed girl time.

Bad.

But this wasn’t about me.

It was about Lottie.

And I was being a baby.

It had only been a few days.

A few days in Axl’s house, some of the time with Axl, and some of that time with his mouth on mine.

And that was it.

We made out, and he didn’t take it any further.

At all.

Him being him, sweet, handsome and supportive, tall, strong, funny and a great kisser, it was driving me crazy.

I needed more.

Like, lying in his bed Thursday night (and it was worse last night) restless, needy, fighting the desire to go out and jump him on the couch kind of crazy.

He was taking it slow. He knew I was shy. And that was sensitive and thoughtful. I shouldn’t only be cool with that. I should be happy he was like that.

But not even feeling me up?

“Is it too tight?” Nancy asked. “Do they need to let it out?”

Since a bra was also impossible with this dress, if they let it out, with my bazungas, I’d be flopping all over the place.

“I need the support, Nancy,” I told her.

“Yeah.” Lottie was now standing by her mom, also tipping her head this way and that. “But is it comfortable?”

Actually, it was.

“Yeah.” I shifted my focus back to the mirror. “And it’s gorgeous.”

So gorgeous, it fit me so well, showed so much cleavage and leg, I wondered what Axl would think of me in this dress.

I also wondered, since it looked like I’d be able to do so, if I took that dress home with me that day, put it on, and modeled it for him, if Axl might pounce on me in that dress.

Of course, if he did that it might require cleaning and/or pressing.

But at least he’d pounce on me.

I mean, again, we hadn’t been together for years, but we also hadn’t been together for hours.