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Which she demonstrated by jumping up and down. Then she whacked my arm as if to get me in line.
“Jump around. Jump around,” she sang as I bounced up and down. I caught her eye.
The things I do for you.I telepathed into her head.
The things I did to you,she shot back and I had to concede.
“Jump up, jump up and get down,” Nora sang and she did this weird sideways hop into me. “And that’s how it happened. My mouth…landed on his neck. It’s fine. Fun wedding. But wow, am I tired. Whelp, thanks Nick. See you around. At work. On Monday. Because I work for you at your garage.”
“Um, Nora, honey,” Vanessa said, pulling her into the house. “Did you drink too much tonight? Get a big bottle of water and some aspirin. You’ll thank me in the morning. Night, Nick.”
“Goodnight,” I said and watched as Vanessa closed the front door on me. I heard her engage the lock, but still I just stood there. Nora was on the other side of that door and I was supposed to be with her.
Shit. Was I drunk?
No, two beers at the wedding. A sip of bourbon. The things I did to her though. The things I said…
I wasn’t that guy. I wasn’tsuck all of my dick and swallow my cumguy. I’d never felt so stripped of every boundary I’d ever possessed. It was like this sex beast I’d caged my whole damn life had suddenly burst free and it wasn’t to be denied anything it wanted when it came to her.
The beast didn’t want to leave now. It wanted to follow her inside the house, crawl into bed with her and fuck her stupid.
Get a grip, man. You’ll see her at work on Monday.
I turned and looked up at the stars, the glow of Mal’s lighthouse in the distance, the moon an ivory sliver in black velvet. I loved Calico Cove because nothing changed, it could be relied upon to stay the same, day after day, year after year. After the chaos of my childhood, it was a gift. A balm.
The breath I took tasted like the ocean and Nora.
My feelings for her were the same too, day after day, year after year. I knew it when I was fifteen. I knew it when she left me six years ago. I knew it when she came back, and maybe if I was better with feelings, I would have been able to name it sooner.
She’d been right the night of her birthday, everything she said, completely right.
I was waiting for her. She was waiting for me. We were special. Fated.
Whistling, her panties in my pocket, I went back home to wait for her some more.
I wokeup late after not getting to sleep until after three in the morning. I’d slept like shit and woke up once at dawn to strokemyself with Nora’s red thong. I’d never felt like this before. About any woman. I was obsessed and possessive.
What did she think of me? Was she disgusted? Turned on?
Had I waited too long to come to grips with how I felt, and missed my window?
I had no one to talk about this with, except her, and I couldn’t imagine that conversation. Not yet. I felt like a kid again in the worst possible way. Unsure and worried.
There is someone you could talk to….you have a half-brother less than a mile away who would listen to all this shit in your head and put you straight.
I laughed at the thought. Like I’d go to Wyatt with these…feelings. I’d rather poke out my eyes.
I got out of bed and put on some coffee. I found my phone in my suit pants pocket. Dead, of course. I plugged it in and looked out the window onto the town square. Church must have just let out, people were in their Sunday best getting some treats from Bobette and Belle. Kids played tag around the gazebo.
The sky was so blue it almost hurt and there were a dozen people riding bikes and running on the path near the beach. I was no jogger, but I was so damn restless and in my head about last night, that I was ready to do anything.
I dug out some athletic shorts, a long sleeve t-shirt and sneakers and headed off in an easy jog. Traffic was light through town, but busy enough. I turned down a side road that would lead me closer to the beach. Maybe some time there would calm my mind.
Around one corner I had to stop as a car was driving, too fast in my opinion, for a residential area. I was about to shout that there were kids who lived on this street, when I recognized the driver was Peter.
And he wasn’t alone. There was a guy in a hoodie in the passenger seat next to him gesturing wildly with his hands.
They were gone around the corner before I had a chance to say or do anything, but something about the encounter left me feeling uneasy.
