Page 13 of Love is Trash in Hallow's Cove

IcurseasIfight to wriggle the outer casing off the busted tablet I scored a few weeks back. The glass screen has a large crack running down the center, but I can replace that and it’ll be good as new. Whoever owned it should’ve sold it to an electronics store or at least brought it to a proper disposal location, but if I’ve learned anything over my years digging through trash, it’s that many people are incredibly lazy. Especially tourists. It’s easier for them to toss something in the garbage than put any effort into fixing it.

Their loss. Now I have a free tablet, and the satisfaction that I’ve turned something that others would call trash into something of value. A metaphor for my life, I suppose. People think I’m weird, but I know I’m a good person. I know my worth.

Which is helpful, because that means I haven’t given in to the temptation of interacting with Hayley again. Afteryears of running my under the table moonshine business and my habit of dumpster diving, I’m used to avoiding people when I need to. I’ve been able to avoid Hayley, with minimal screaming from Beans whenever we caught a glimpse of her.

A tingle of desire spreads through me as I think about her. Followed by frustration and disappointment.

I saw Hayley leave for a date earlier. She walked right past the shop, her pretty pastel hair pinned up to show off her neck, and her luscious curves wrapped in a silky blue dress. My favorite color.

I almost caved when I saw her. I wanted to run out and haul her over my shoulder back into my shop, so she couldn’t go on her date. Keep her there and prove to her she doesn’t need anyone but me, and that having fun with a bunch of other people pales in comparison to being the center of a devoted shifter’s universe.

That would’ve been abduction, though, so obviously I didn’t go with that problematic plan. I also ruled out following her and watching her date like a stalker, mostly because that seemed torturous and would’ve ended in me busting in to interrupt and proclaim my need for her.

Fuck, this whole unrequited mate thing really sucks.

After my third attempt to slot in the new glass screen for the tablet, I give up for now and decide to take a snack break. Beans has given up on his fixation with muffins since that catastrophe at the cafe and moved on to craving cotton candy. It took me a while to figure out that it was because of the colors of Hayley’s hair.

I tear off a chunk of the pastel swirled confection and let it dissolve on my tongue. It’s so sweet, but I bet Hayley’s mouth would be even sweeter. Or her pussy.

Dammit, this was supposed to help get my mind off of her. I shove the rest of the cotton candy in my mouth in frustration, fingers sticky and stomach slightly unhappy when I finish.

I need to find something more distracting. Maybe I’ll go camping. Yeah, it’s bad for business to close randomly in the middle of the week, but whatever. My customers know I keep odd hours. Gabe and the rest of the gaming group will probably be pissed that I’m flaking on another D&D session. But I haven’t been out in nature in a while and Beans has a ton of restless energy, so running around in the woods, far away from Hayley, might be just what we need.

Yeah, I’ll go camping.

Decision made, I head into my bedroom to pack. Then freeze right as I’m about to switch on the lights. A surge of arousal slams into me, my cock hardening so fast it’s painful.

Hayley left her curtains open. The lights are on in her bedroom, which is directly across the alley from mine, and she’s in there.

On the bed.

Legs spread and her head thrown back against a stack of pillows, as she holds a large vibrator against her pussy.

Fuck me.

I move to the window, any thoughts of packing immediately gone, as I try to get a closer look. Her facetwists, plush lips parted and cheeks pink as she chases her pleasure. She still has her top on, but I can see how hard her nipples are through the thin fabric. I wish she’d tug it down and play with them so I could see her perfect tits.

Pre-cum oozes from the tip of my cock, smearing against my briefs as I bring my eyes back down between her thick thighs.

There’s a little thatch of dark brown curls peeking out from what the wand covers, and her soft lower belly looks like the perfect place for me to rest my forehead as I feast on her.

I palm my cock over my sweatpants at the thought. Then jolt as my conscience breaks through my horny thoughts and tear my hand away from my dick.

What the fuck am I doing?

I slam my eyes shut and leave the bedroom, which was the wrong order of operations, because I smack my shoulder into the doorframe in my panic.

“Ouch, shit!” I curse, stumbling out into the living room as I clutch my shoulder. I shut the bedroom door behind me so I won’t be tempted to look inside and try to see Hayley again, then collapse on the couch with a pained groan.

This isn’t fair. I was trying to ignore her, and she was over there…

Fuck, I wonder what she looks like when she comes. Would it be so wrong to go back and watch? I mean, I’ve already seen her, and she left her curtains open, so maybe she wantedme to watch.

I’m back on my feet, hand on the doorknob, before I realize what I’m doing and curse again.

“No, don’t be a fucking creep, dude,” I grumble to myself, forehead thumping against the door as I slump into it.

Beans is putting up a fight, yelling at me to go over and give Hayley a hand. Show her how much better I’d be at making her come than any toy. I know if I stay here, I’ll lose that battle, so I forget the camping idea and grab my wallet and keys. I’ll just get in my car and drive. Far away. Doesn’t matter where. I have to leave before I do something I’ll regret for the rest of my life.

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