Page 111 of The Devastation You Reap
“But you still don’t like me hanging out with her?” I assume.
“No, not at all. It’s just… Weird, I guess. I’ve never done any of this before so it’s strange knowing my friends are hanging out with my girl.”
“Your girl?” I ask my heart beating wildly in my chest.
“Yeah,” he agrees, reaching over and lacing our fingers together. “That okay with you?”
“Yeah,” I breathe, “I think it is.” I can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all.
“What’s so funny?”
“You are literally everything I said I never wanted and here I am agreeing to be your girl. It’s mental.”
“Sometimes what we need is exactly the opposite of what we think we want.”
“See, you just get it. You get me.”
“Yeah, baby. I do.”
We manage to turn the conversation to less serious topics for the rest of the journey as we munch our way through the snacks that Leon brought, and after drinking an entire bottle of cola, I demand he stops at a gas station so I can pee.
He’s leaning against the side of his car waiting for me when I emerge from the shop.
He’s got a pair of shades on his handsome face, his hair falling over his brow and he’s wearing a white shirt that’s pulled tight across his wide shoulders and chiselled chest.
My mouth waters as I close the space between us.
He looks delicious. And all mine.
Some giggling to my left drags my attention away from him, and when I look over I find some girls—probably still in high school—drooling over him.
“Looks like you’ve got a fan club,” I say, stepping up to him.
He widens his legs and I stand between them as he wraps his arms around my waist.
“I hadn’t even noticed them. Too busy missing you.”
“You’re so damn smooth, Dunn.”
“I try,” he jokes.
“Here, I bought you a gift.”
“From the gas station?”
I shrug, feeling silly for picking up the novelty item just because I thought it would make him smile.
“Yep. I always get the best gifts,” I laugh. “Here.” I pull the football air freshener from behind my back and hold it in front of him.
He lifts a brow. “Red, are you trying to say that my car smells?”
“W-what? N-no, I just thought it was cute.”
“I’m joking. I’m joking. It is cute. Thank you.”
Leaning forward, he brushes his lips against mine. It's a simple kiss yet it makes every muscle south of my waist clench in desire.
I’m not the only one who feels it either because I don’t miss his cock hardening against my stomach.
