“What?”
“Big?” all this talk makes me so wet and my skin flushes hot as I feel his arm caressing mine unintentionally.
“Why don’t you find out yourself?” he swirls his tongue across his lips and wakes the constant craving that stirs in me without end.
I can’t because he is Milo and Donna’s son and they are so kind to me and I shouldn’t cross that line so I change the subject. “Are you hiding from me?”
“Do you think I hide from you?”
I expel a sigh. “Every time I’m around you, you’re hiding your face in one way or another.”
“Wilder, the world doesn’t revolve around you,” he quotes me.
So I give him a taste of his own medicine, “Maybe the world doesn’t but your world, definitely.”
He makes a deep chuckle sound and cranes his neck while disturbing sounds come out of it. “I don’t hide from you.”
“Are you going to break?” I ask about those horrible sounds.
“I’m fine,” he assures, knitting his eyebrows together once. “You are one of the people I don’t hide from.”
“So you’re a hundred percent annoying in real life?” I arch my eyebrow in question.
He nods sideways, “A hundred percent yes.”
“Damn, my luck keeps getting better.”
“Honestly, this summer is even better than I expected.”
“So the Grinch makes it better.”
“Color me green-surprised.”
“You see, having sex with me will ruin the whole dynamic.” I take a final drag of the cigarette before I stab it out.
“Nah, we’re a couple of assholes who can’t keep their mouths shut and don’t give a fuck. No one will take that away from us, not even the good, old, mighty sex.”
A burst of laughter erupts from my core. It’s been a while since I had a good belly laugh.
“I need to wash my hands,” I announce as I finish the last piece of Cheetos and discard the cigarettes we finished inside the empty bag.
“Did you eat the whole bag?” he takes a look inside the bag, “Those are my favorites.”
Taunting him, “Oops, do you want to lick the bag?” I stick my tongue out and roll it in the air.
He stills in place, nibbling on his bottom lip. “You’re something else, Wilder.” He shakes his head sideways.
“I told you I’m on my period.” I search my pocket for some change. “I can get you another one,” I offer.
He looks away for a moment. “I have another idea.”
“What…?” I say slowly, knowing this is ammo for him.
“I can help clean it and decrease your period pain, just give me your hand.” He outstretches his hand, waiting for me to outstretch mine.
My heart rate starts to climb up and I swallow hard around the remnants of Cheetos in my mouth as my palm rests in his hand.
I stare at it in anticipation, wondering what he is going to do next.
