Page 41 of Chasing Fireflies

“Yeah, I asked you to fix it and you didn’t, so I did.”

“Sorry, I’ve just been busy.”

“It’s fine, Cash. I can take care of some things by myself.”

“I didn’t say you couldn’t.”

“Once again you didn’t have to. Your actions show me that you think I can’t handle anything by myself.”

“How, Sara?”

“You baby me.”

“How?”

“You just do.”

“Tell me how I do it and I’ll stop.”

“For one, every time I do anything spur of the moment, you think it’s more than it is. Sometimes people just do things, Cash,” she says, walking into the dining room. I see the furniture has been changed around, but the things on the hutch have not been put back up. She grabs the dusting spray and an old rag. She quickly sprays and wipes, sprays and wipes. I don’t take my eyes off of her. Leaning against the doorframe, I cross my arms and watch my high girl. She doesn’t even realize that she is, but I see it. I see the change in her eyes, and I can tell her mind is running a mile a minute.

“So, I just ignore the fact you went to the hardware store and bought a shitload more flowers you didn’t really need? I should ignore the fact you went and bought a new door when you could have just gotten some new screen? I should ignore the fact that you fucking chopped your damn hair off?”

She turns to me and sighs. “I wanted a haircut, so I cut it.” She tosses the rag onto the table and starts putting things back on the shelf. “I wanted a new door, so I bought one. I wanted more fucking flowers, so I got them. End of.”

“Fine. I’m done talking about this anyway.” I throw my hands up because this isn’t a winning battle. Sara is on a one-track mindset right now, and I have no say.

“Good,” she says, but she doesn’t look back at me. She continues to place the picture frames and whatnots up.

“Good,” I say back before I walk toward the stairs.

*

I grab a towel and wrap it around my waist. Water drops from my hair, and I run a hand through it. Fucking baby pisses me off. How can she not see all of those things were irrational and should have been talked about? She spent God knows how much on all those flowers, and she chopped all her hair off. I open the bathroom door, and my eyes land on her as she sits on the floor. She’s only in a tank top and black boy shorts, and I can’t be pissed at her anymore. She’s leaning against the wall with her journal in her hand and tears in her pretty eyes. She looks up, and the tears fall.

“Why are you crying?”

“You know I just cry sometimes.” She shrugs, and I walk over to her. “I’m sorry,” she mumbles. I sigh and reach my hand out.

“Come here.” She looks up at my hand and our palms touch before I link our fingers together. “Are you okay?” I ask her as I sit down on the bed and she stands between my knees. Baby blue eyes are filled with tears, but she gives me a small smile as she looks down at my bare chest.

“I’m okay.” She leans down and kisses my forehead. Picking up my hand, she places it on her ass. “Make me feel good,” she whispers to me. “Make me shut down for a minute.”

I grab a handful and pull her closer to me. The anger I had earlier from drunk ass and the way she presses my buttons come to my mind, and I reach my hand up and grab the back of her neck, pulling her face down to mine. I kiss her roughly. She opens her mouth, letting my tongue enter, and I grip her skin tighter.

In one swift move, I switch places with her, letting my towel fall. She opens her knees, and I climb in between, quickly moving her boy shorts down her legs. I press forward and spread her legs farther apart. My dick slides against her, and I don’t even have to test that she is ready. I push inside, and her eyes close. She grabs the blanket, and her mouth hangs open as I love her. Taking out all the pent-up anger she ignites inside of me, I rare back and slam forward, over and over again until she is nothing but fists full of sheets and I’m just a man sick in love, falling from a high Sara can only give me.

Chapter Twelve

Sara

My fingertips lightly tap, and the coolness they feel from the crystal clear water makes me hesitant to jump in, so I dip my feet instead. “Drinks!” Leigh shouts as she walks out onto the patio. I grab mine, and Maci does the same. “To hot summers with cool chicks.” Leigh smiles.

“What she said,” Maci says before taking a sip of her drink. Ice clinks the side of my glass, and I lick the salt from my lips.

“Wait. I didn’t even think about it, but should you be drinking with your medication?” Maci asks me.

“Probably not.” I shrug before I take another sip. She shakes her head at me.

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