Page 60 of Sully

In a glass room.

For anyone to see inside.

To be fair, I knew from experience that shit was distorted as fuck when you tried to look up from the ground or the street.

And the idea of possibly being seen had always been some part of the appeal.

“Don’t worry,” I told her as she quickly yanked up her pants and started rushing around, shoving blankets into the bag Nave mentioned. “No one was outside tonight.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do. We were under orders to stay in.”

The relief was instantaneous.

“You’re sure?”

“Positive,” I told her, taking the bag. “You come down after me,” I said, hooking the bag on my forearm and then starting down.

She took a second, pulling herself together before following me down.

By the time we made it into the common room, leaving the evidence of our little glass room date down in the basement under one of the beds, Nave and the twins had mostly cleaned up the craft stations I’d set all up, and brought in some extra chairs from the garage.

“Did something happen?” I asked, gathering some of the finished crafts.

“Nothing serious, from what I could tell. Fallon’s just got some new orders and shit. You finish that list yet?”

I’d gotten as much done as I thought I ever would. I gave Nave a nod.

“Come on, honey. Let’s get you settled,” I said, leading her back to my bedroom.

Her eyes were already starting to look heavy. I had a feeling that by the time church was over, she would be out cold.

I was going to have to wait to get alone with her again and finish what we started.

But that was alright.

She’d be worth the wait.

“These are for you, obviously,” I told her, handing her the bookmarks. “And you weren’t the only one who made a bracelet,” I told her, producing the one from my pocket that I’d made for her. Admittedly, it wasn’t as impressive as the one she’d made for me, but the soft pastel colors made me think of her.

“I love it,” she said, those eyes looking glassy again.

That had been happening a lot. It seemed like she was so accustomed to being alone that she was overwhelmed by any small show of friendship. Or more. And what I was feeling for her definitely had to be classified asor more.

Maybe this was one of those situations where I should have been a better man, should have recognized that I didn’t exactly have a track record of being a relationship kind of guy. Bonnie was definitely not a hook-up kind of girl.

But I dunno.

There was just something about this girl…

“I’ll come back when it’s over. But I’m gonna have to ask that you don’t leave the room until I come back.”

“Okay. I’m all set here,” she said, not quite making eye contact, shifting her feet, slipping back into her usual uncertainty.

Luckily, I had a fun new way of dealing with that.

I snagged her chin with my fingers, tipped it up, then pressed my lips to hers.

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