Page 105 of Honey Undone
“What would work?” I asked.
“Boost your ego, make you think you won…” Arlo explained.
“See your girl injured, you’d act chivalrous and—”
“Bam,” Adeline finished Dean’s sentence, pressing the barrel of her gun against my chest.
Ella slow clapped, “it was smart. Rude, but smart. I hate losing.”
“It was for the greater good, Blondie.” Arlo smiled at her and threw his arm over her shoulder.
SARAH
“Are you sure?” I held up the long dark blue dress, it was made of a light, satiny fabric and patterned with the most delicate gold hydrangeas that climbed over the bodice to my right shoulder. I stared at Jensen in the mirror as he rested on my bed giving me his undivided attention.
“It’s perfect.” His hair was messy from my fingertips an hour before, and he was still half dressed. We should have been on the road already but he had showed up in a sleeveless t-shirt and a pair of shorts that showed off every pumped tanned and tattooed muscle from his workout. I would have had to be a saint to resist him.
“Please tell me you brought the GR?” I said, slipping the dress into a hanger bag as he pulled on his shirt and got off the bed.
“Only to see that smile on your face,” he said, zipping up his shorts. “We’re going to be late if you don’t hurry up.”
“I thought the wedding was tomorrow?” I asked him, fixing my hair in the mirror. His hand wrapped around me, reaching down to palm my thigh as his teeth grazed my shoulder.
“It is, but there’s a dinner tonight, and if we miss it Ella will have our heads,” he mumbled, peppering kissing along my skin.
“Yourhead,” I said, “she likes me. It’s your head at stake.”
“Mmm,” he grumbled, squeezing my thigh tighter.
“And if you don’t stop doing that, we’re not going to get anywhere fast.” I giggled as his fingertips tickled my inner thigh.
“I can think of one place I can get fast,” he chuckled.
“Can I drive?” I asked while he was distracted by my skin. He clicked his tongue at the question, digging out the keys and holding them up beside my head as his lips found my jaw on the other side. I smiled wickedly, snatching the keys and turning my head to brush my nose against Jensen’s. “That gives us an extra twenty minutes.” I whispered and he didn’t even hesitate to haul me back to bed.
Once Jensen had gotten it completely out of his system, and I was dressed,again.He dangled the keys in my face and we finally got out the door. This weekend would be a whole other ballgame when it came to our relationship. Being around all his friends, the people he considered family for something as important as a wedding. Since we had spoken about California, he had been nothing but sweet and charming. The same loverboy that had wormed his way into my heart all those months ago, but there was something else there now. He was cautious, like he was anticipating the heartbreak before it even happened.
Part of me regretted telling him but the other part was glad I did. Hauling around a secret like that was breaking me down. The weight was too much to bear. I thought it would feel good to tell him but it only made the guilt worse. I wanted to play rugbyandhave Jensen. Was that too much to ask for?
He made me feel seen which wasn’t something I was accustomed to in my life. I was always the last thought. And maybe it gave me a complex, maybe it was the reason I pushed so hard in rugby but… I didn’t have to push with Jensen. It was effortless attention, meant only for me.
It was in the little details, my apartment always had my favorite snacks, there was always a new set of dice in my dungeons and dragons bag, he had started to keep an extra gym duffle for me in his trunk… he was always one step ahead of me, caring about things thatIcared about.
And he let me drive his expensive car way too fast because he liked how happy it made me. I giggled to myself, and sped up. The GR took the turns to the Shore cabin like a dream, I barely had to let off the gas for the back end to slide into place, straighten out and take off. I’d never get sick of the engine rumbling to regain momentum, the vibrations that coursed through my veins.
Jensen was relaxed in the passenger seat, the wind whipping through his dark hair. He hadn’t bothered to put his shirt back on and the sun nipped at everyinch of the tanned, tattooed form. Kaia’s words about him being a Greek god, ruffled through my peaceful thoughts.
It was rare that she was wrong.
“What?” He said, with a lazy smile on his face. I turned my focus back on the road.
“It’s stupid,” I said, tapping the steering wheel and switching gears.
“Adeline,” he whispered over the wind.
“I was just thinking that you're beautiful,” I admitted.
“Beautiful?” Jensen smirked, his brown eyes lightened by the setting sun. “I’ve never been called that before.” There was a soft blush on his cheeks that demanded attention.
