Sawyer chuckles. “Aw, careful now, Aiden. I don’t want you being sweet with me.”
His laugh is soft and something tightens in my chest. When I look at him, something deep inside me comes loose. Unravels.
“Don’t worry,” I murmur. “You don’t have to worry about me being sweet.”
Silence isthe only thing that joins us on the drive back to the bakery. I pull in, putting the car in park, not sure what’s going on or how to even speak.
“Thank you for tonight,” he says finally, with his fingers on the door. His eyes dart briefly to my lips, but I pull away, ignoring the disappointed look on his face. I need air. I need space. This is too much. “Right, well. Good night,” he says. “Wait. Your cookies. I can grab them.”
“I’ll get them next time I work.” I need him to get out of my car. My chest feels tight. Choking. “Good night,” I whisper.
He reaches for the door then pauses like he wants to say something, but thankfully he takes mercy on me as he just nods then slips out of my car. I watch him walk around the building, shoving his hands into his pockets.
I’m staring after him, my pulse tripping over itself. Something’s happening to me, and it feels like this weight on my chest that won’t let up no matter how hard I try to get it off. I put the car in reverse and back away.
I don’t think, I just breathe until I’m almost back at the woods.
It’s dark, but the clearing of trees above lets a sliver of moonlight peek through. I’m not afraid of being out here. I know from experience that houses don’t hold any less horrors than outside does. Most of the time the homes hold more.
I slip into the back seat and take off my dress pants, leaving me in my black briefs. When I rest my head on my pillow, my thoughts only know one thing.
Dark, starry eyes. Soft red lips.
A man who’s gentle.
Is this what he meant about romance? My hand smooths down my boxers, cupping my erection, and I squeeze, restless. I can still feel him on my lips and taste him on my tongue.
I just need relief.
I need this tightness in my chest to let up so I can fucking sleep.
I slip my hand inside and grab my dick, giving it a slow stroke. Most of the time I don’t even care enough to do this. Then again, I’ve never been turned on like this before.
Over a stupid fucking kiss and a boy with bright eyes.
I lift my hips and slide my briefs down a bit, stroking my length. When I shut my eyes all I see is him.
His eyes shine when he laughs.
They crinkle at their edges.
It’s cuter than I want to acknowledge.
The way he braced himself over me.
How hard he was.
How he fit.
Howwefit.
I squeeze my eyes shut.
The darkness behind my eyes makes the memories sharper.
The soft press of his warm lips.
He said I taste like mint, but Sawyer tastes like poison.
