Page 63 of Honey Undone
“No?” I said as he tugged me toward his chest, his hand snaking up under my t-shirt to fan over my stomach.Cheater.
“You talk such a big game about how much tougher you are than me, you’re going down that hill,” he said as his hand roamed, his fingers brushing the edge of my gym shorts.
“That death trap doesn’t prove how tough I am,” I said to him with a grin on my face, hiding the fact that my stomach was churning over, needy like an idiot for his hand to trail lower.
“Fine,” he said, and pulled his hand away. “You don’t wanna have fun, I can take you home,” he said, and he was dead serious.
“Good, we can have more fun in private anyways,” I said, pulling on his arm.
“Oh no, Adeline.” He looked me over, mischievous and two steps ahead of me. “I’ll dropyouoff at home. I won’t be staying… no fun means no fun.”
“That’s not fair,” I said, trying to control the whine in my voice. It would give him way too much power in the situation. “You can’t leverage sex to get me to do something dangerous,” I grunted, narrowing my eyes on him as the rain dripped down my face.
“I can’t?” Jensen’s lips curled to the side and he closed one eye, his face scrunching up to keep the water out of his eyes. “Isn’t that exactly what I’m doing?”
“I’m not going down that hill, Jensen!” I yelled out to him as he got further away from me.
He shrugged his broad, toned shoulders at me, the ink rippling across his chest, “have it your way but I’m cutting you off, having only one thing on your mind is making you cranky.”
Kaia appeared from the bottom of the hill, out of breath and soaked in mud from head to toe. “You gonna let him talk to you like that?” She hollered over the sound of thunder.
“Don’t be a chicken, Minty,” Rhea called out to me.
It cracked through the air and I knew that I didn’t have a choice.
“What are you going to do, Adeline?” Jensen said as I walked toward him on mission, I didn’t bother removing my shirt before I lowered my center of gravity, wrapping my arms around his core and shoving him backwards. “Hey!” He called out, unprepared for the tackle as we both hit the ground at the edge of the hill.
“I’m not a coward and I’m not cranky,” I huffed, breathless from the excretion. I was strong but Jensen was pure muscle from head to toe, he barely grunted hitting the ground. He laughed wildly, as everyone stood around cheering us on as he rolled me through mud. The wrestling match was short-lived between the rain and slippery terrain, we lost our grip on the edge and went tumbling down the hill.
His arms wrapped around me as we picked up speed, my laughter a combination of screams and tiny yelps that turned quiet as we slid to a lazy stop in the mud.
“Are you okay?” Jensen huffed, running a hand through his mud-drenched hair. His soft eyes traced over me quickly, “I didn’t hurt you?” He sounded panicked for a moment as I adjusted in the mud, my hand slipping out from under me and splashing around us as I started to laugh. “Adeline!” Jensen's voice was tense when I didn’t answer.
“Can we do it again?” I asked.
Jensen’s concern dissipated as his lips curled outward and showed me the brightest smile I’d ever seen from him. “You’re crazy,” he grumbled, pulling me up from the puddle and wrapping his dirty hands around my jaw. His lips tasted like dirt and grass but I leaned into the kiss he provided and let the world go fuzzy.
JENSEN
ADELINE:
I can’t. I feel like crap. I’m just going to sleep it off.
Her response to my text about going out for dinner had me walking through the front door of her apartment with a paper bag full of vegetables and other random crap that I thought might help her feel better.
Adeline was sick because of me.
The storm had lasted almost four hours and we had spent the majority of it covered in dirt and grass until the girls had to dart away for rugby practice… which they also held in the rain. She had been cold and wet the majority of the day and while I was smart enough to know that most likely wasn’t the result of why she was sick, I still felt terrible.
I knocked quietly on her apartment door and waited just hoping that I caught her in a moment where she wasn’t sleeping it off. After five minutes my plan of taking care of her had started to turn into taking the groceries to my mothers, making soup and bringing it back… but as I was working out the math the lock clicked and the door creaked open to her flushed adorable face.
“What are you doing?” She asked, her bottom lip jutting out in confusion.
Her dark hair was messy from her nap and rogue curls were sticking every which way around her reddened cheeks and nose. Her eyes looked hazy as she took me in, squinting from the hallway lights.
“Taking care of you,” I whispered quietly, it was pretty clear that her head was bugging her by the way she kept switching which eye she was using. “It was on my list, remember? Take you on dates, feed you, keep you happy…”
“Take care of me,” she finished the silence with a small smile but then shook her head. “No, you can’t, I don’t want you getting sick.”
