Page 3 of Storm Bound
The woman muttered under her breath, but she also stepped in the space between two seats so I could walk past her, and I did as far away from her as I could until I spotted an empty seat two rows from the back.
I aimed for it, my whole body thanking me for finally being away from the creepy guy’s breath, and when I got to it, I stopped to load my rucksack overhead.
One moment I was standing straight, hands stretched over my head, the next, I was falling.
Straight into someone’s lap, nonetheless.
As in, my mouth inches away from his crotch kinda falling.
It all happened so quickly I couldn’t even stop myself from how I reacted.
My right hand landed straight to the stranger’s dick while my left hand landed on his knees, and I hit my forehead on the window ledge.
Nice one, Charlie!
I moved my right hand first, smack-dab on the window, and then my left hand until I lifted my head and looked at the most divine man I’d ever seen in my whole life.
“I’m so sorry,” I said.
He was big and beautiful with a stunning pair of blue eyes; short, black, curly hair; and dimples to die for. He was perfectly lickable.
“It’s okay,” he groaned, clutching his crotch. “Are you okay? Didja hit your head?”
I rubbed the spot on my forehead where I’d collided with the ledge and assessed the pain. There was just a fading sting to it and nothing else. It might bruise, but I’d live.
“Oh yeah, I’m good,” I said and saw the seat behind me, the one I’d been aiming for, getting filled by none other than the creep who’d been breathing down my neck. “I see you’re a creepwithmanners, ass!” I told him as I realized he’d pushed past me to get to it.
And with that out of my system, I straightened up and looked at the handsome man whose lap I’d fallen into.
“I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you?” I said, the nurse in me taking over completely.
The guy glanced at his lap and chuckled uncomfortably as I sat down next to him.
“I’m good,” he said.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m fine. I don’t know about my future children, but I’m fine,” he said. “How’s your head?”
“Don’t worry about me,” I told him. “Well, I’ll be on the bus for another four hours, so if you do feel any pain, let me know. I’m a nurse.”
I stood up and looked around me, searching for a seat. They all appeared to have been taken.
“I guess I’m sitting here,” I said and looked at the handsome guy. “If you don’t mind.”
“Of course not. Why would I? I’m sure my testicles are grateful, too,” he said and paused, then cringed. “Wait, that sounded funnier in my head.”
I bit down my laughter and plonked myself on the seat next to him.
“Do-do you prefer the window seat?” he asked.
“I’m good. I like easy access to the restroom, so… I’m set,” I said.
The bus jerked into motion and I tried to settle down. The guy glanced at me and I smiled, then we both went back to minding our own business.
He took out an e-reader and started reading, and I took my earphones out and put my music on.
“If your testicles need any help, just give me a nudge,” I told the guy with a smirk and put my right earpiece on. He offered me a laugh in return and nodded, and that was it.
