Page 13 of Untamed Reunion

“I’m still waiting,” Daphne quips. My eyes shoot open and I stare at her.

“Okay, so somethingmighthave happened.”

She squeals and I try to shoosh her, looking around at all of the eyes we’ve possibly attracted, but to my surprise, no one is looking.

“Oh my gosh! I fucking knew it. Did you guys like, ya know,”

“Maybeeee,”

“Girl! Oh em gee! How are you feeling? How does he feel? Did you miss him?”

“I feel great, he’s being as sweet as ever, and yeah, I did. I mean, I do. I mean…” I trail off trying to find the perfect wording. “I didn’t realize how much I missed him until I saw him again. Of course, I always thought about him, who wouldn’t? I knew he was my soulmate but everything with my parents made it feel impossible.”

“So, what are you thinking?”

“I think I want to do this again. We had another date on Wednesday,” her shrieks have me pausing again and trying to shush her. “As I was saying, we had another date, and fuck, it was amazing. He got me flowers to start and then we got dinner, went to a movie, got ice cream and he walked me to the door.”

“Aweeee,” she coos.

“I know, and then heaskedto kiss me. Like legit asked for permission.”

“What a gentleman.”

“I know, and we’re going back to go to the harvest festival tomorrow. We’re going to dress up again, and probably try out some more of the mazes or something. I’m not sure, either way, I’m excited for more spiked cider and more time with him. Plus, he said he wanted to show me the new property he bought.”

“Sounds like you have it figured out then.”

“Yeah, I think I do. I really think I want to try again.”

We drift into another conversation as our girls' day continues. Daphne stuck around no matter what, even when I was the worst person in the world to be around. She held my hand at my parent’s funeral and was the first person by my side when I pulled myself out of the dark hole. I love her viscerally, she’ll forever be my person.

Hopefully, he’ll be my person too.

Chapter 12

Hazel

My nerves have been on fire all day. I can’t help but continue thinking about what happened last Saturday, and what could happen tonight. It’s not like I’m expecting sex, but I also can’t say that I would deny it if it was on the table.

The rumble of his engine as he pulls up has me vibrating even more. I do a once over in the full-length mirror one more time before I run to the kitchen. There’s an urge to stand at the door, waiting for him to knock so I can see him, but I’m not trying to look desperate. The kitchen is a respectable distance away, so I can still be close, but he’ll have to wait a second.

A knock rings out at the front door and I take a deep breath before walking to open it. There’s obviously a little more pep in my step, so I purposely do slow-mo steps for the last few.

“Hi,” I say as I open the door. Fuck, he looks delicious. He’s wearing a black t-shirt that fits snug across his body, not hiding any of his physique. My eyes roam across his broad chest, thick arms, and round abdomen before traveling further down. Hisjeans fit him just right, accentuating his large thighs and plump ass.

“Hi,” he smirks back at me. I don’t even care if he just watched me check him out because, damn, he looks good.

“Well, well, well, we took the pet name literally tonight, did we kitten?” I do a little curtsey before he holds out his hand to me. I take it and he pushes me into a spin.

“You look beautiful, baby.” The sentiment has me blushing, but I’m ready to go.

“I have to say, you look pretty damn good yourself.” I turn around to lock the door and we hold hands as we walk to his truck. “Just out of curiosity, though, did you bring the mask?” I hold my breath in anticipation, waiting for his answer as he opens the door for me. As I get ready to jump in, I see it. Sitting in my seat is the highly anticipated Ghostface mask. “I guess that answers that question,” I say with a chuckle.

I load myself in and the door closes behind me. He rounds the truck, gets into the driver seat, and starts the engine. As he pulls away, he reaches over to palm my thigh. My skin heats under his touch, wanting more than what he’s offering. He plays with the holes in my fishnets, strumming them like they’re strings on a guitar. I decided they were a safe option since he had fun the last time I wore them. The rest of my ensemble includes a bodysuit that snaps at the crotch, a black tutu, a collar, and cat ears that adorn my headband. I have a tail that wraps around my hips and hangs off my backside, the little thing whips side to side as I walk. I chose to wear combat boots, really getting my use out of them lately. They make me feel badass and I need something comfortable and secure if he decides to make me scurry through the woods again.

Resting my hand on top of his, his fingers flex and squeeze the flesh. It’s an act of possessiveness that has me drooling.

We fall into a comfortable silence as the city becomes forest once again. We’re going in the opposite direction of the festival, so we must be visiting his property first, and my mind drifts. I feel so comfortable, like this is how it’s meant to be.

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