Page 83 of Look My Way
His face brightens. “Yeah. She said it should be any moment now. Her water broke but they’re still waiting, you know, for the baby to be fully ready.”
“That’s exciting. She need any help with anything?”
“Not yet. I went over there during lunch to help with the crib setup, and said I’d go back if she needed help with the swing too.”
“I could go with you . . . maybe.”
“Yeah.” He sits at the table, reaching for his food. “It’d be good to have you there to keep me company.” He wiggles his brows and I laugh.
“I will not be doing anything inappropriate in your sister’s apartment.”
“I wasn’t suggesting it, but I mean, there’s always my truck or your car.”
I let out a high-pitched sound from my throat. “What? Is inside a comfortable and private house not enough for you anymore?”
“Is it enough for you?”
I fold in both of my lips. “Maybe.” I’d be lying if I hadn’t thought about him spreading my legs and claiming me in front of Daniel in his apartment while he was awake. His police car would work well too.
“Tell me what you’re thinking, pequeño.”
The pet names he calls me always make me feel so precious, my stomach doing somersaults. “I . . . I don’t know.”
“Yeah you do. I can see it in those darkening eyes and blushing cheeks. What is it? You can tell me anything, remember? How else can I make sure it comes true?”
My tongue feels like a heavy weight in my mouth. “It’s crazy and ridiculous. It could get us in trouble. You in trouble.” Why does that make me want to do it more?
“I’m even more intrigued.” Something mischievous dances in his eyes.
Sitting down in the chair next to him, I scoot closer as if there’s someone else in the room who might hear my dirty little secret. “I keep . . . I’ve thought . . .” I close my mouth, sucking on my tongue.
“Yeah?” Turning into me, he holds both my hands. “I’m listening.”
“I want you to fuck me in Daniel’s car.” I snap my eyes closed, wincing once the words are out there.
It’s quiet for a beat, my heart sounding like a galloping horse, and then he says, “When?” So casual too. Like it’s a simple request.
My eyes open one by one and my chest heaves. “Whenever.”
“Okay.” He goes back to his food, grinning between his first few bites, and we don’t say anything else about it. While he’s outside getting something from his truck, I lay out my rocks and hold the one he wants me to save just for him to my chest. I didn’t know what to draw on it before. But I do now. I have the perfect idea. I separate it from the rest, picking out all the right colors, and ignore the opening of the front door. It slams shut and loud humming gets closer to me.
It’s that song he’s always singing, and my heart stops. Daniel sang it. How’d he know? Did Zavier hear him or has Daniel been watching us all along?
Hovering in the doorway, Zavier leans against it, the lyrics to the song “Smile,” flying from his lips.
“Why do you sing that all the time?” I ask, holding a breath.
“It was my mom’s favorite. She sang it to me when I was little and while she cooked. The house was always filled with it. Makes me feel close to her like the Diet Pepsi does.”
“But you like the song, unlike the drink.” It’s an observation, not a question.
“Sí. It’s a good one.”
I’d agree if I hadn’t heard it coming from someone I’m still trying to remove from my life. Daniel must know about us.
“Does it bother you?”
“No.” The word jumps out of my mouth a little too quickly. “Was only curious, and it is a good song. Very feel good and catchy.” Or it would feel good if Daniel wasn’t nudging at my brain after hearing Zavier sing it a bit ago.
