Page 62 of Unbearable

“No, it’s a closet.” Trent gave him the biggest smirk I had ever seen. “Restroom is down that way.” He pointed and walked off, pulling me along.

I hit him in the chest. “Trenton Akers,” I scolded.

He smiled down at me and shrugged. “What? It’s fun messing with him.”

TWENTY-TWO

Trent

STARGAZING - MYLES SMITH

The waterfrom the shower cascaded over me as I ran my hand down my face.

Shit, I really kissed Dotty.

But she kissed me back.

I knew I wanted her, but getting to taste her—fuck. It was something else entirely. It felt as if I had plunged off the deep end.

And I knew that every moment we had spent apart was worth it because I could relive those few minutes over and over again in my head for the rest of my life.

After our kiss, we spent the rest of the evening pretending nothing had happened. Dotty was much better at ignoring it than I was. I couldn’t stop staring at her as she captivated my friends with her embarrassing stories from our childhood. She effortlessly carried the conversation and listened intently when they share their own stories. I had no idea how she did it while her lips were still swollen from me, but she had always been better at compartmentalizing things than I was. She could take in and then move on, at least externally.

The chill of the water made me shiver, cooling me down from the heat of that kiss.

That fucking kiss.

It was engraved into my brain as a core memory I couldn’t forget even if I tried, not that I wanted to. I’d be replaying that exact moment for the rest of my life.

Closing my eyes, I allowed myself to fully relive the moment. Dotty’s lips against mine, the warmth of her touch searing through me like a bolt of lightning. In that moment, the world ceased to exist. I felt at peace for the first time in years.

But I wanted more. I needed more.

The water continued to fall over me as I fisted my cock, thinking about that kiss.

I knew I wasn’t alone in wanting more, but she was too afraid to ask for it, too scared to let herself go there.

But man, did I want to go there with her.

I wanted her sitting on my face, riding out every wave of pleasure. I wanted her under me, shaking and begging for release. I wanted her pretty, pouty lips full of my cock. I wantedher.

My release started to build in my spine as I thought of her soft moans and whispers.

Dotty.

The sounds she made as I kissed her were a tease to the noises I knew she would make for me if she let me have her. My breath quickened, coming in fast pants until I exploded so hard I have to bite back my groan, knowing she was on the other side of the wall.

I’d be lying if I said it was the first time I had come to the image of Dotty in my head, but this was the first inyears. After I left her that note, I refused to let myself gothere, knowing I was the reason everything was fucked up.

I let out a breath, coming down from my release. I wasn’t sure where her head was at, but I wouldn’t change a thing even if I could. Because if I never got another kiss again from her, at least I had that. I hoped to steal more of her kisses, but I just didn’t know if she would let me.

It was no secret that Dotty wasn’t easy to get to open up, especially after being burned. And that’s exactly what I did to her. The future felt uncertain, and the possibilities of what she would say when I walked out of the bathroom ran rampant through my mind.

Despite the uncertainty, one thing remained clear—I was so fucking in love with Dotty James.

Turning off the shower, I stood in the cold air for a moment before grabbing my towel. I let all my emotions go crazy for a few final moments before shutting them down and walking out of the bathroom as if I had my shit together. After getting dressed, making sure I had a shirt on to cover my tattoo, I took a deep breath and stepped out.

Dotty tried to be subtle, but I saw her eyeing me up and down. “Hey,” I said, attempting to gauge her reaction.

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