Chapter 6
Cole
While I’d managed to take a couple days off work, I had to be in the rest of the week. It meant I hadn’t seen Oakley because she was visiting family in the evenings, having dinner with grandparents and some second cousin I’d never met.
Sarah wanted to catch up with everyone while they were back.
It was understandable, but I wanted to spend that time with her. They’d been back almost a week and we’d barely had chance toreallytalk. Or rather, we’d been avoiding it.
Now it was Sunday, and I was dropping her off after spending most of the day catching up. We’d covered our lives over the past four years, her telling me about her job and friends and social life. I’d told her all about uni and my job, shown her a couple of the places I was looking at.
It’d been nice but I felt the frustration at us not getting to the point simmering under my skin. But she wasn’t just back for a visit, she was facing her abusers in court, and I didn’t know how to bring up everything I was feeling without adding more to her load.
So, I told myself to push it away and focus on the fact that she was here.
I was driving at a snail’s pace. Oakley probably thought I had turned into an old man driver, but I just wanted to get a little extra time.
As we approached the street, I slowed down more.
“The accelerator is the one on the right,” she teased, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip.
My dick started to thicken in my jeans. Ilovedit when she did that. I loved it more when I got to do that. It frightened me how easy it would be to pick up right where we left off. We couldn’t be fixed with sex.
“Very funny,” I said. I pulled up outside the house and sighed quietly. “So… I’ll see you on Tuesday? You’ll come view the houses?”
Her eyes sank into mine, and I could see how much she didn’t want to leave. “Yeah, definitely.”
I watched her like a stalker as she got out of the car and bent over to look back in. The small smile she gave me shot straight through my heart. “Will you text me when you get home?”
“I would, but I don’t have your new number. Obviously, I’m not one of the privileged ones.”
I had the old one still programmed into my phone, unable to delete it. Sometimes I’d read our old messages, particularly that massive one she’d finally sent after she started talking again. Years of her thoughts and feelings she’d typed to me but was unable to send because she was locked inside a prison of silence.
“Give me your phone,” she said, holding her hand out.
I purposefully brushed her fingers when she took the phone, the addictive need to touch her overwhelming. Her cheeks filled with colour, her lips parting.
She punched her number in and handed it back with a flirtatious smile that I wanted to capture. “Done. Feel special now?”
“You’re going to have to do a lot more than that to make me feel special.”
She raised a brow. “Oh, really?”
I nodded, my eyes lingering over her lips.
“All right.” She pushed away from my car. “I’ll buy the ice cream on Tuesday.”
She didn’t look back at me as she walked into the house, and I knew that was deliberate. She was driving me wild.
Groaning, I shook my head and gripped the steering wheel. What the hell was I doing?
I was falling deeper and knew there was no way to stop it. No matter how angry I still was over her leaving and the way she did it, I was fucking helpless to stop myself diving back into her arms. It was a physical need that I couldn’t control, no matter how hard I tried.
We were both screwed.
I drove back to my house with a smile on my lips and a heavy need in my crotch. She was even sexier now. Older, mature, confident, flirty.
She was going to bring me to my knees, and I already knew I was going to let her.
