Page 36 of Rejected Plus-Size Mate

Since all that has passed, though, I’m restless for another reason.

Last night, we had a magical run under the stars. I kissed her, and she let me. I really thought she was ready to do more. The way she pulled away cut me to the bone.

But I don’t blame her one bit.

I sit on the couch, my head in my hands. My mind is waking up slowly, little flashes of memory surfacing in my mind and then slipping away again, like slippery fish caught in a rainbow current.

Enough. Just get up and make the damn coffee.

I can’t, though. My body is strung tight. My mind might be struggling to wake up, but my body is having no such problem.

I know I have to get myself under control. I don’t want to let her see how badly I want her, it will just end up leaving her feeling pressured. After last night, it’s the last thing I want to do.

Getting up and moving around helps a little. The strong smell of the coffee floods my senses and distracts me, settling down my body’s natural reactions to waking up.

Then I hear Leslie’s step in the hall. My cock responds immediately, and I adjust my robe to hide it.

“Good morning,” I say, trying to sound cheerful. “Here’s some coffee for you.”

I place the cup on the counter next to her, and she picks it up and takes a sip.

“Thank you, Kyle,” she answers, avoiding my eyes. She doesn’t look happy to see me, and my heart skips a few beats.

We’ve come so far. How can we be back here again, in a place where it’s like we’re strangers again?

Leslie sits down at the table, and I keep myself busy making eggs and toast. That task doesn’t take too long, though, and as I put the plates down and sit across from her, the luscious scent of her rises around me, drowning me.

My mouth waters. It really is as tempting as fresh apple pie, the rich sweetness of the gooey filling, the decadent edges of the crisp, sugary pastry. It takes every last scrap of control in me to stay in my seat and not leap over the table to devour every inch of her.

“Kyle?” Leslie’s voice breaks through the intensity of my thoughts. “Are you okay?”

“Sure, yeah,” I answer. “Sorry, what did you say?”

“I said, do you have a full day at work today? I’m only scheduled for a couple of hours. I don’t have to stay late.”

“Oh, that should be fine. Just text me when you’re done, and I can come and pick you up.”

I still work just a few random shifts between Jack’s warehouse and Bae’s store. I don’t do well with customers, but I’ve got a strong back, and I don’t mind hard work. Unloading trucks and doing deliveries suits me just fine.

Getting through the rest of the morning is a sweet, sharp kind of torture. When Leslie goes to get changed, I stand in the hallway for a minute, imagining her beautiful body as she slowly strips off her pajamas.

Closing my eyes, I let my mind drift back to that magical night she let me fall asleep holding her. It was the best night’s sleep I’d ever had.

Before she can notice me creeping around outside the door, I hurry to get dressed myself. On the way to work, Leslie seems pretty distracted as well, missing some of my questions and staring into space.

Probably thinking about last night. How she doesn’t feel safe with me. I don’t know how to make this up to her.

After dropping Leslie at the ice cream parlor, I head over to the warehouse, relieved that Jack has a lot of work for me. Several hours of stacking and moving heavy boxes clears my mind and gives my body the workout it needs. By the time I go to pick Leslie up, I’m feeling much more in control.

“How was your day?” I ask as she jumps into the truck.

“Really good,” she answers, beaming. “I never thought I’d get so much satisfaction working in an ice cream shop, but I really get to make people happy. Besides, I have a serious passion for ice cream.”

“Who doesn’t,” I agree with a laugh. “It’s one of the greatest inventions of all mankind.”

“Agreed,” Leslie says solemnly. “Meanwhile, I think that someone should go back in time and cripple whoever invented vertical blinds.”

“I know, right? They are so collectively hated but so common that I honestly believe they would manifest into existence no matter how hard you tried to eradicate them.”

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