“Thanks,” I say as I unbuckle and scramble out of his truck.“Have a good night!”
I close the door and rush up to my house, stepping inside and locking the door behind me.
Only then do I let the tears fall.
I feel terrible for hurting him, and I’m so embarrassed.There’s no way that I can see him again.Not anytime soon anyway.
The headlights of his truck fade into the night, and I trudge to my room and get ready for bed.Before I crawl between the sheets, I grab my phone and send him one last message.
Larsen:Thanks for the lesson.I’m glad we tried, but I don’t think this is going to work out.Thanks for your time.
I hitsend and toss my phone onto my nightstand.
Burying my face in my pillow, I cry myself to sleep.
FOUR
Kian
I hadmy dick out as soon as I closed my front door behind me last night.All it took was two strokes, and I came all over my hand.
I was riding high off spending time with my girl and my orgasm.
Then I pulled out my phone and saw her message.
I texted her back, but she didn’t respond to any of them.I hate that she pulls back and tries to hide from me.I need to fix that, but I don’t know how.Not without coming on way too strong and scaring her off.
I stew on that dilemma as I park in her driveway.I’m about to get out and knock when the front door opens, and Larsen comes barreling out.She’s in a rush, and I smile as I watch her tug her hat down over her hair and jump off the front porch.
She freezes when she sees my truck.
I climb out, raising an eyebrow.“Were you going to walk to work?”
She shakes her head, looking guilty.“I, uh…”
I give her a hard look as I approach her.“We talked about this.You don’t walk alone in the dark.”
“The sun is coming up,” she argues.
“No.Come on, get in the truck.”
I grab her hand and tug her along behind me to the passenger side.She climbs inside, and I try not to stare at her ass.
I settle behind the wheel but don’t start the truck.“So, what the hell was with that text?”
She takes a shaky breath and looks out the window.“I just don’t think the lessons are a good idea.”
I grab her chin between my thumb and forefinger and force her to meet my gaze.“Bullshit.You did really good last night.What’s going on?”
“I…”
“Larsen,” I warn.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” she spits out, her face turning as red as a tomato.
“Hurt me?”
“Yeah.”
