Judging by the way I kept catching Dylan watching me with scrunched brows, I figured maybe she was thinking the same thing.
Good.
It was selfish of me, but I was kind of hoping this job would last at least three or four more days. Just long enough for Dylan to stop trying to trivialize what was clearly between us.
Because if it was over too fast, I had a feeling that Dylan was going to retreat to her club, shut herself in, and refuse to see me again.
That, well, I couldn’t let that be the end of this.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Dylan
Syn was my new favorite person.
Was that almost entirely because he’d been quick to suggest a local dog-friendly park to take Sugar to after we all agreed that we couldn’t do anything about the clubhouse during the day, and Saint and Colter conveniently decided to hit the store for some wireless cameras, so they couldn’t tag along?
I just needed some space.
Because this morning was… a lot.
Well, a lot for someone like me, anyway. Someone allergic to touchy-feely shit like affection and, God forbid, feelings.
I’d woken up to realize I’d climbed Colter like a tree in my sleep. And, what’s more, it feltgoodto be there.
Then I tried to move, and it felt a whole different kind of good.
Some part of me wished we’d just fucked and gotten it over with. But having him go down on me, having it all be one-sided and oddly intimate, that was what was screwing with my head.
Sex was easy.
Uncomplicated.
The way he selflessly took care of me, but denied me doing the same for him because he didn’t think I wanted it enough… that was complicated.
Standing there and watching him take care of himself? That had, again, felt really intimate.
Which was why I was quick to storm out afterward.
To get some space.
To get a shower.
To think.
All that thinking did jack shit, though.
Then coming out to find he’d not only fed Sugar, but cleaned up after her and helped me inject my insulin had made the uneven ground I was trying to stand on even more unsteady beneath my feet.
Because it was nice, dammit.
To have someone take care of things.
To have someone try to take care of me.
No matter how much I grumbled about it.
So getting an afternoon away from it all with Syn and Sugar was exactly what I needed.
