6
Hayden
Wow.
Why the hell did that work?
I didn’t expect that to work. I expected a red mark on my cheek as I stormed out. But that wasn’t the case.
Veronica actually came with me. She doesn’t even know me. This must mean something. That she likes me? That she wants to go another round? That she’s worried I have herpes? Whatever it was, I’d take it because I know that it was her trust in me that allowed her to climb into my car.
We drive for a while. I purposefully take the long way back to her place just to prolong the time I have alone with her.
Suddenly guilt washes over me as I realize that she hasn’t eaten. I’d stolen her away from her dinner and then not provided her with a replacement. How thoughtless of me.
“Are you hungry? We can stop for something if you’d like?” I want to say I’m sorry but I’m not and I won’t lie to her.
“I have leftovers waiting for me at home.” She easily dismisses my offer and continues silently watching out the window.
Okay. Nevermind then.
As we pull up outside the modern double story, I notice she hasn’t asked how I knew where she lived. I think I’ve gotten away with it too until I see her eyes narrow and her eyebrows scrunch together. I recognize that face from earlier, back at the restaurant.
We sit there in silence. I don’t know what to say, I don’t know what she expects to hear. She shifts in her seat, turning to face me. Clearly, she’s not going anywhere just yet.
What she doesn’t realize is that as she shifted, so did the skirt of her dress. The material having slid higher up her smooth tan skin.
I struggle to hold back a grunt at the thoughts that flood through my head. I imagine reaching my hand over the console and pushing the material up even further, finding out for myself what she has on under that damn dress.
For a second, I wonder if she’s teasing me on purpose.
There’s no way for me to subtly adjust myself, not without her knowing that she has my cock stiff as a post from just looking at her.
“Are you gonna tell me what the fuck is going on?” Her words surprise me - her soft melodic voice is sweet but her words are spicy.
If I were being completely honest with her, I would say ‘no’. There’s no way I could tell her that I was more or less stalking her for the perfect chance to ‘bump’ into her. Instead, I decide to take my chances and ignore her question.
“What were you doing kissing Lane?”
“Woah. Steady your horse, cowboy. I can kiss whoever I want.”
“Are you together?”
“If we were together, I wouldn’t have been sneaking out of your bed last weekend.”
“Good.”
“Good? I don’t even know you, yet, you come storming in - you drag me away, you know where I live, you’re acting like a jealous freak…” She huffs, tightens her hand on her handle, and turns to open the car door.
“Wait.” I finally get some satisfaction as I reach over to touch her thigh, stilling her movements entirely. “I’m sorry.”
It’s a genuine apology, but all I can think about is how soft her skin is.
“I can’t even explain my actions…” All I know is that I’ve been acting crazed since I woke up without her on Monday morning.
“Wait there,” I reluctantly let go of her leg and exit the vehicle. I round the car quickly to open her door, then offer her my hand.
The door shuts, and she leans against the car, unmoving. And now it’s my turn to convey confusion.
