“My my, such a dumbass,” she uttered a dry laugh. We continued walking for a bit before she blurted, “I fell for my stepfather.”
I stopped walking again, staring at my bestie I’d known before kindergarten, shock rendering me speechless. “You’re kidding?” I found my voice after a few seconds of debating the best approach.
She shook her head. “Hook, line and panties.” She laughed, making me grin. “So, I understand forbidden way better than you know.”
Brow raised, I hedged, “want to talk about it?” She nodded and together we bobbed back to the house, my spat with Samantha temporarily forgotten. As for Shay.
It was just a little crush that would go away soon enough.
If only it was a lie...
12. Crush – David Archuleta
Shay – 28 years; Skye– 16 years
“Skye?” I called but she ignored me. Not sure I understood what just happened, I watched her hurry away with Laika on her tail. For the first time since Skye learned to walk, I didn’t go after her. Not because I didn’t want to but after the other night, I needed to keep my distance and why I’d resorted to spending the last two days with the horses than her.
She’d been doing it for so long, I’d become accustomed to returning home to find Skye camping in my bed. However, something had changed last night. I had no idea how, when or why it happened, but my body reacted to her scrutiny—curious yet quick and fuck, did I feel it. In the way my body tightened with need. The way my cock suddenly thickened. The unusual heat scorching my insides or the abrupt urge to taste forbidden decadence that was Skye.
Yeah, something changed and disgustingly I should be shot for wanting her to stay. And while I tried not to look, it didn’t fucking help that she wore the skimpiest of underwear or that her nipples, visible beneath the sheer fabric, hardened with her admiration. Or that her bottom lip caught between her teeth, together with her flushed cheeks, added a seductive sensuality to her expression. Something I’d never witnessed before, on any girl, not even Ryleigh.
I’d called on every fucking thing I possessed to act angry, to chase her out of my room, to stand under the shower again and let ice-cold water expunge the lust from my body. Nothing helped. I’d paced my room for hours in silent darkness, lobbing between drinking myself to sleep or spewing out my roiling insides until I couldn’t breathe. I’d even gone so far as to dial Ryleigh three times but cut the call before it connected, wanting to fuck the memory of Skye out of me.
Still the salacious thoughts persisted. I was going to hell. Fuck that. I’d already landed face first in that dark pit because I’d reside there for the rest of my fucking life. Skye was off limits, sixteen, and unfuckingtouchable to anyone, not even me.
The debate to return to base wouldn’t stop, not even when I finally made it down to the coffee pot the next morning. Only to find Skye at the breakfast table, adorable in a denim pinafore and pigtails. But it was the look of dismay on her face that changed my mind to stay away from her.
I couldn’t. Not even if I was burned at the stake for my filthy desires. With my body in flames, I’d always find the strength to crawl back to her. She had a hold over me like no other. And even if I developed what I decided to call a sick crush, it wouldn’t stop me loving her from afar, if it ever came to that.
“About that swim, Shay,” Samantha touching my arm, drew me out of my thoughts.
I figured Skye didn’t want to, so I shook my head. “Some other time, Sam.” I turned away, not missing her resigned look as I did.
Samantha was a pretty girl and a lot more mature than Skye. I’d even go so far as to say, she was sexually experienced, yet I found no appeal in the way she openly flirted. Or maybe, my heart had already settled and that thing I called a crush just became a little more.
I prayed I was wrong.
