Page 51 of Savage

Twisting in my seat, I leaned over and placed my hands on his legs, just above his bent knees. “Maybe she fancies you?”

He eyed where I’d placed my hands before raising his gaze back to my face. “Maybe she does?”

“And doesn’t that bother you?”

He gave me a smug smile and then wrapped his hands around my wrists, lifting them away from his legs. He held me in a firm grip, his eyes never leaving mine. “I don’t give a flying fuck. I can’t help it if I’m so appealing to the opposite sex,” he drawled in a smoky voice, his eyes now hooded. Oh my God, I fancied him.

His arrogant comment so encouraged a swift kick in the dick, but I refrained and pulled at my wrists but he didn’t release me.

“You’re such a big head.”

And then my heart skipped a beat as he lifted one of my hands to his face and kissed my wrist. The air between us was now charged, like an explosive device that would go off at any minute. “Yep, and as you already know, I’m big everywhere.” The suggestive smile almost tore me in two but I held it together.

Jaxon’s eyes creased at the corners as he full-on smiled at me. He was of course telling the truth and probably winding me up at the same time but it felt great.

At his comment, I had to laugh, and proper belly ones that hurt my stomach. Jaxon had reminded me of what had happened in the kitchen in such a cocky way and it broke through my barriers. Tears entered my eyes as I sat there giggling. He’d released my wrists and I dabbed at the moisture on my face. “I hope you’re laughing in agreement?” he said. As if there was any doubt that he was hung like a donkey. I hadn’t touched Dominic’s but I’d felt the outline of it against my body a few times. There was no comparison.

I just sat there grinning in silence. No way was I blowing smoke up his arse about the size of his willy.

Jaxon crossed one leg over the other, his face watching me with a content expression. “You should do that more often,” he suddenly announced, his eyes roaming warmly over my features.

I recovered, tilting my head to the side as I regarded him with a new fondness. “Do what?”

His playful expression dropped. “Laugh,” he stated.

Smoothing down my hair and trying to pull back my composure I explained, “I laugh. Just not necessarily with you.”

“Well, maybe we should change that. I like to see you laugh.” The way he said those words made me believe him. It was like we had moved a step forward in our strange relationship.

Checking myself, I didn’t drop my safety net, not entirely. “Yes, at the minute. You like seeing me laugh because you’re stoned Jaxon. On a normal day, you get off on my misery. We both know that.”

He pushed to his feet, looking down at me. “Maybe whatever this thing is between us has changed things?”

Relief pooled into me but would it be short-lived? I wasn’t functioning that well, the booze and the drugs creating a churning feeling in my stomach. “Well, I for one hope so. There’s no reason we can’t be friends.”

Jaxon pulled me to my feet, my head coming level with his chest. He then placed a hand under my chin and lifted my head, speaking down into my flushed face. “But that’s the thing you see Wynter. I have plenty of those. I don’t need any more.”

Pursing my lips I stated, “Not like me.”

At my words, he leaned down and placed a kiss on my lips. It was the lightest of touches and it made my entire body sing. As he raised his head he muttered, “At last something we can both agree on.”

“You can be such a wanker,” I replied with a smile.

He returned it. “I do try my best.”

Melody and Chris then bustled into the room and completely crapped upon that moment.

We all took our seats and ate garlic bread which was rather well done and the banter continued to flow.

Whilst I lay in bed that night with Melody’s feet in my face, I fell asleep with a huge smile. I knew that the feelings rushing through my body, had nothing to do with the weed and everything to do with Jaxon Savage.

Eight

The morning after, everyone pitched in tidying up the mess we had created. The entire ground floor of the house reeked of weed and garlic, so we had to open all the windows.

Melody and Chris were still overly playful with each other, even now they were both sober; it was nice to see. It didn’t surprise me that Jaxon and I had again moved back a step. He wasn’t mean to me, but he had readopted his usual stand-offish self.

When Melody had left, Jaxon handed me my article back, stating that he had read it and found it thought-provoking. He suggested a couple of changes which I agreed on. I was pleasantly surprised to learn that he must have given the piece his full attention to have picked up on two repetitive sentences I had drafted in error.

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