“But you want to tell me.”
“I did.”
“Why?”
“Because I want us to always have open and honest communication moving forward.”
He rolls his eyes and moves them away. “Great. Love it.”
“Micah?”
“What?”
I take this moment to climb into his lap, straddling my thighs over his and making myself as comfortable as I can.
But it’s hard because he’s literally almost hanging out of the truck, so my right foot is propped along the edge to keep myself from throwing all my weight on him.
His blue eyes slice up to me, and I can’t help myself any longer.
Nor do I want to torture him with ideas of another man.
“Do I still get to keep the nickname of BCR?” I ask, threading my fingers lightly through his thick hair above his neck. “I kinda liked the ego boost.”
“Only if it’s my cock you’re riding,” he replies with zero hesitation and zero attempt to touch me.
His arms and hands are at his side, careful to behave and remain still as I continue my soft assault on his hair.
“And if I don’t?”
“Then you don’t get to brag about it.”
“But I know about it.”
“And I know how tight you are,” he says matter-of-factly. “But that doesn’t mean I’m gonna go around town talkin’ about it.”
“Might want to.”
“Why so you’d have men lined up at your door the next day?”
“No, because they’d know I’m yours.”
I feel Micah tense underneath me, and I’m slightly worried I’m making a muck of this whole thing, but I’m tired.
I’m tired of the push and pull.
I’m tired of wanting him and being scared to still want him.
I miss the sliver of time where it was us, and we had a plan. One that held promise and happiness. One that may have been frowned upon by my current status, but that’s over now.
I’m not Heath’s teacher.
And Micah’s ex is gone.
Nothing is standing in the way but my fear of Micah shutting down again and leaving me out to dry.
“What are you saying?” he mumbles then. “Talk slow.”
The corner of my lips lifts a little. “I didn’t think I needed to talk. I believe you, and I communicate fine back here…in your truck.”
