Page 41 of Look My Way
“I’m sorry for many things, carino, but none of them have to do with you and me.”
“Okay,” is all I manage.
“Okay,” he quips, and presses his lips to mine two more times. Then he laughs, sucking in a sharp breath while rubbing at his face. “Okay, I’m going to get to work. You can stay and keep me company, go inside and work, or write that epilogue out here. It’s nice today.” He glances up at the sky, shielding his eyes. “No matter what you want to do it’s fine with me, as long as it’s the best choice for you.”
Staying pressed to the fence, I don’t say anything, and he walks over to his supplies. He smiles back at me as he’s setting up his tools, and when he starts sawing wood with his sexy as sin safety glasses on, my cock twitches. Moving one foot in front of the other, I feel like I’m gliding across the top of the grass as I enter the house. I wash myself up in the bathroom and fix us both some lemonade.
After setting them both down on the table outside, I go back into the house to grab my laptop. Then I park myself in one of the chairs, sliding my cup closer to me as I pull up my word doc. I look at the blank page and write the word epilogue, then scroll up to chapter ten, where Lex and the other MC have ascandalous affair in his back yard, up against his fence, before Oscar gets started on the new pool he’s helping to install.
I really was Lex today, and for once didn’t have to envy him from afar. We both got to have the same experience, of flying so close to the sun we became the light around it. I hope I get to shine bright in the dark later too, while being watched by the man who found me there.
Nineteen
Zavier
My drill bores through the wood, my hands moving too fast, and I graze my hand. It’s nothing but a small nick. They aren’t uncommon for the type of work I’m in, but they’re also more common when my mind is sidetracked. Liam distracted me enough when he was in a different house, so to have him sitting right across from me is making it that much harder to focus.
Peering over at him, I smile as he bobs his head to the song blasting from his headphones. His shoulders move side to side, and then he freezes when he catches me watching, eyes as big as saucers. Clicking on the right ear bud, he removes it and leans his head a little to the right. “I don’t think you’re getting paid to stand there and hold a drill while you watch me dance in my chair.”
“Are you sure?” Eyes squinting from the sun’s harsh light, I press my lips into a grin. “Because it feels like that’s what’shappening.” He should be used to me watching him by now. Is it different when I do it during the day? Is that another thing he’s not quite ready for?
Tossing his head back, he laughs and widens his legs in his chair. “I don’t think you’re going to get many boxes done in a timely manner if that’s the case.”
“And what constitutes as a timely manner?” I click my tongue, and his right fingers squeeze around the armrest of his chair.
“How long does a job like this usually take you?”
“It all depends. Sometimes a week. Two when I’m unable to work every day.”
“Two, huh?” His lips quiver as he sips his lemonade.
“Yeah.” My lips break into a smile and I unbutton my shirt, letting it fall to my feet.
His eyes lock in on the tensing muscles of my arms as I lift another piece of wood.
“Never three?”
Dipping my head, I brush the front of my falling hair back and flit my gaze at him. “There are always exceptions to the rule.”
The bottom of his chair scratches the ground as he wiggles in place. “Such as you needing to watch what I’m doing in between working to ensure you do a top-notch job?”
“Exactly.” My lips stay pressed in a smile, my eyes never leaving him as he sips his lemonade. That wandering pink tongue of his works its way up and down the straw. Yeah, we can pretend that watching him in between using the power tools will keep my head on straight enough to complete the job properly while also not putting myself in the damn hospital.
He’s telling me what he wants, and it’s taken too long to reach this point for me to set us back to where we were. I’ll make this work for him. Whatever keeps him smiling at me like that. His stomach growling interrupts my thoughts and my brows meet. “You sound like you need to eat something.”
His face flushes and he rubs his belly. “Yeah. That wouldn’t be a bad idea.” Pressing both hands to the sides of the chair, his feet flatten on the ground. “I’m going to fix a sandwich. You want one?”
“As long as it’s not tuna.”
Laughing, he rolls his eyes and stands from his seat. “That’s not all I eat, you know.”
“Hey, I gotta make sure. You going to wear your pretty pink apron while you make them?”
His face is beet red and he tugs at one side of his hair, gaze drifting away from me. “I don’t have a pink apron.”
He writes a lot of himself into Lex, changing small details here and there but never straying too far. “No? What color is yours then?”
Teeth chewing on his bottom lip, he looks further off to the side. “Baby blue, with something silly written on the front.”
