Page 84 of Unfix Me

“Care to explain?”

“Maybe if you beg for me.”

He rolled his eyes. “You’re as bad as West sometimes.”

“Fine,” I groaned. “I was just wondering if a straw has one hole or two.”

Rolling his lips, he tried not to smile. “That can’t be what you were thinking about.”

“Honest to god. Scouts honor. Whichever you respect more.”

“Alright, I’ll pose my own question. How did society decide that chocolate is the opposite of vanilla?”

“Better yet, why is chocolate considered better than vanilla? Vanilla is amazing.”

“Chocolate is better.”

I scoffed. “Not a chance. A good, quality vanilla bean dessert is top tier.”

“We might have to break up.”

Pulling him in closer, I brushed my lips over his cheek. “Not on Thanksgiving. Let’s wait until tomorrow.”

“Fine, but ducknana stays with me.”

With a gasp, I reared back. “That’s outrageous. He watches over me while I sleep.”

That bright smile on his face was really damn intoxicating. Not enough for me to give up ducknana, though. That was absurd.

Chapter 28

Sen

“This was so far away,” I complained.

Kai looked at me from the driver’s seat. His eyes snagged on the jersey I was wearing and I swore I could feel the heat emanating from him. I hadn’t put it on until after the game so that people wouldn’t question it, but ever since we got in the car, he’d been drinking in the sight of me in it.

“It was only an hour away. Imagine how I feel. I had to play for most of the game.”

“That’s your own fault.”

He chuckled, squeezing my thigh tighter. When we were in the car, he always had his hand on my leg. I sat as far to the left as I could so that we’d be closer together. I was starting to hate middle consoles. They were pointless.

We were almost back to campus and I didn’t feel ready. I wanted to be home so that I could relax, but I also hated being stationary these days. My mind would start to travel into unsafe territory. My parents, Derek, Dumont, Travis, Victor… me.

I knew that it wasn’t wrong for me to be this way. It was something I’d been working on accepting for a while, but even more since that phone call with my dad a few weeks ago. No matter how much I knew it was okay, it was still hard to feel it within me. When your own parents hated your existence, it affected you beyond logic and reason.

On Thanksgiving, I tried to call them. I didn’t tell Kai about it. They hadn’t picked up anyway, so it didn’t really matter. Unless I renounced my ‘lifestyle’, I doubted they ever would again. It was depressing as hell. The balance between knowing they’d wronged me and still loving them anyway was confusing.

After he parked, Kai opened my door for me. I latched onto his hand immediately. Any time we were together, I wanted to touch him. When we were apart, I couldn’t wait to be with him again. He’d been keeping me afloat since before any of this happened and I think it made my attachment to him grow faster. Whether that was healthy or not, I didn’t know. All I was sure of was that I might be in love with him, but I sure as hell wouldn’t say it first. We’d been together for almost two months. It seemed too soon, yet not soon enough.

When we reached his door, he unlocked it and pushed me inside. My hands immediately traveled under his shirt, exploring the perfect planes of his abdomen. I grabbed his sides and backed him up to the bed. My assertiveness surprised me and the look in his eyes told me that it did something for him too.

To be wanted by someone like him was incredible. Since he was too good for literally anyone in the world, I’d chosen not to doubt it or wonder if I deserved it.

“Is this why you insisted on showering before we drove home?” I asked.

“Maybe. Post-game stench isn’t a turn-on.”

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