He replies again, smiling, and a silly idea overtakes me.
Like breaking her hand that she’s now putting on his arm as they take a selfie. Soon enough, he waves her away and stands with his back to me.
I slide behind him and wrap a hand around his neck, whispering in his ear, “Care to explain who the fuck that was?”
He shivers, his throat working up and down beneath my grip. “A fan.”
“Do your fans touch you so liberally?”
“No, they don’t, which is why I pulled away and sent her packing.”
“You speak French?”
“Yes, considering I’m half French and all.” He uncurls my fingers from around his neck and faces me, lips pursing slightly. “Why are you here, Marcus?”
“I came to see you.”
“You saw me last night.”
“Not enough.”
His mouth parts, just like that time three years ago when he was lying beneath me, but then he clears his throat and the expression is gone just like that. “You said you have something for me. What is it?”
I reach into my pocket and pull out two candies. “Here.”
“Seriously?” he scoffs as I unwrap one. “You got me out here just for some stupid candy?”
“It’s not stupid.” I place it at his mouth. “Open.”
His lips part the slightest bit as he lets me push the ball between them until my index finger brushes against the soft cushion.
Fuck. He looks so beautiful and raw. Just like a long time ago. Just like three years ago.
I need to touch him more, delve inside him deeper.
I’m about to slide my finger in farther with the candy, but a vibration echoes in the air.
His phone.
That seems to snap him out of it, because his eyes widen as he steps back, pushing the ball to one corner of his cheek.
If I catch the motherfucker who interrupted me…
It betternotbe Callahan. He’s at the top of my shit list lately.
Truly, I’m sure Preston would’ve let me toy with his mouth a bit just now. Maybe he would’ve let me touch him three years ago if I’d managed to actually take that step.
Preston pulls out his phone, stares at it, then lifts his eyes toward me. “I need to go back.”
“See you next week.” I put the other piece of candy in his palm, and he shoves it into his pocket.
“See you later.”
“How do you say that in French?”
“À plus.”
“Sounds hot. Speak more French to me.”
