“I do. However, I’d love to shoot for round three, eventually.”
Silently, I sigh because a few months without Micah…without being around him is going to be hard. “You can still change your mind.”
“I’m not going to.”
“You should.”
“My fantasies will tie me over, don’t worry.” Micah gives me one more long kiss before saying, “The next best thing besides fucking you.”
“Kissing me?”
“Mhm.” He does it again and, this time, slides his tongue between my lips just to get my heart to skip a beat. “I can’t wait to hear how much you missed me while I’m balls deep.”
I’m deceased.
10
MICAH
“So, did you make these yourself?”
Mom Number Five won’t leave me alone after I keep turning my back on her and issuing out a subtle and silentfuck off, however, she won’t leave my kid’s table.
I’m volunteering for this bake sale that’s raising money for a new library…or soccer field, I don’t remember, and I’ve had women flock over with fake intentions of buying cupcakes and all the dedication of grabbing my attention.
But it’s already caught.
Sienna is in this red plaid number that hits right above her knees with brown boots and her hair French braided to the sides. She’s been chatting with this middle-aged asshole in a black suit, and I don’t know if he’s a co-worker or a parent, but I’ve been watching his hands.
“Helloooo.”
Motherfuck.
Steering my annoyed focus to the mom at my table, she smiles up at me like I just said something charming. Her dark blonde hair with darker shaded highlights is cut right underneath her jaw in a bob, and I could be less interested when I already have my eye candy yards away from me.
“Bought,” I deadpan, then glance down at Heath, who’s sorting through his money in the gray metal container I brought. “How many did you want?”
“Oh, umm…” When she doesn’t give me a quantity, I challenge her with a slight scowl of both impatience and confusion because she’s been standing here for well over two minutes for no damn good reason, and this isn’t a social dating event. “I’ll take two.”
“What kind?”
Not-so-subtle Mom over here fidgets with her blue sweater and steals a look at the baked goods filling our whole table. “Vanilla and chocolate.”
“You got it, buddy?”
Heath pops up from his chair, making it screech a bit off the tiled floors, and gets to work. “I got it!”
Careful to pluck the desserts out of their plastic containers, Heath grabs two napkins and hands them over to her. “That’s five dollars, please.”
“Five?” The mom looks over at me, obviously cheap as fuck.
I nod. “Five. It’s for a good cause, right?”
“Right…right.” She shoves her hand into her massive brown purse that’s hanging off her shoulder and digs around for what I’m assuming is her wallet. “Are you, um…the mechanic that works at Tony’s Tire and Repair?”
“Yeah.”
She throws on her exaggerated smile again. “I thought you looked familiar. I brought my Buick there last week.”
