I sneak up to the back porch and stand between the door and the open window so I can hear if she needs help.
“I know I’ve put you in impossible positions in the past, but this time I really fucked up. If I don’t fix this, they’re going to kill me.” Danica sounds desperate, and I can hear the way her voice sobs on the verge of tears.
Don’t believe her bullshit, baby.
“Danica, I am not going to help you fix shit. You got yourself into it, get yourself out. I’m done helping you destroy your life, and I sure as shit am not going down with you. Keep me out of your troubles.” The silence that follows my brave girl’s words is loud.
I wish I could see what was going on, and I’m about to chance a glance in the window when Danica’s voice finally breaks the silence.
“Whatever, thanks for nothing, cuz.” She storms out the back door, and I duck behind a planter so she doesn’t see me.
“Shit,” I look inside as she walks over to the fridge, snatches a water, and I take the opportunity to sneak inside.
“I haven’t changed my mind, Danica,” she says as she turns and then relaxes when she sees it’s me.
“Oh, hey.” She bites her lip as I look over her partially naked body.
It would take but a moment to pull the strings on the black bikini, and I’d have her naked.
“You hide all those curves under those baggy black clothes? Why?” I smirk, loving the way the words make her cross her legs.
She must be fucking soaked for me, and I am dying to find out.
“I’m not the flashy type.” I can see her looking and not finding anything to hide behind.
“Fuck, Haven. You look good enough to eat.” I take a step forward and then have to tell myself to behave ‘cause we’re here alone, and the only thing stopping me is this fucking kitchen counter.
“Ya hungry?” What did she just say?!
“Starved.” I move without thought, erasing the space between us and devouring her lips.
I hold her face at just the right angle, and when her lips part to let my tongue in, I move them into her hair. I groan at her taste and pull our bodies closer, my hot, bare chest to her cooler, soft breast.
A shiver runs through her body.
“Is it true? Are you a virgin?” She freezes, and I step back to give her some space.
I need to know so I don’t hurt her unnecessarily.
“It doesn’t matter to me. I just don’t want to rush you.” I know I’m blushing, but I don’t give a fuck.
I want her to see that I care.
“Danica has a big fucking mouth. Probably from all the blow jobs she’s given. I am nothing like her.” I grin and nod.
“Got it. No blow jobs.” I step closer again, but her hand stops me before I can start kissing her.
“You’re ok with that?” This girl could tell me she’d never touch my dick, and I’d still dream of changing her mind daily.
“I want so much more from you, Haven, but I can wait until you’re ready.” She narrows her eyes, searching mine for the lie.
She won’t find one.
Ten days.
That’s all the time left I have with her, and I’m going to make them count. She could ask me not to leave, and I’d tell the Navy to kick rocks. I’d give anything to keep Haven mine forever.
“Let me take you to dinner tonight.” I tuck a piece of her long bangs behind her ear.
