Page 92 of Honey Undone
“I like to do stuff,” I said like that was a reasonable explanation for the excess of hardware hanging from my walls and shelves.
“Jensen this is more than just liking to do stuff, this is competing and winning?” She laughed, admiring my childhood bedroom, “but you didn’t stick with anything?”
“Until Harbor,” I said, “I found a place there and suddenly I didn’t want to keep trying other things. Baseball was enough for me.”
“That’s so sweet.” She looked over at me as she set one of the trophies back. Her eyes scanned over more, the gymnastics, the water polo, the hockey… everything was there and nothing I had said was a lie. It had taken me a while to find myself in a sport, I like them all well enough but nothing ever felt like it needed me back. Until I started playing with the Hornets. Getting to play on the field with them every night was a dream, it was why I was taking burner classes just to hang onto that freedom for one more year before moving on to the next chapter.
I knew eventually I would join Mom with the hotels, I was more than qualified to do it and it had always been the plan but the secondI told her I needed more time she put a smile on her face and responded with ‘take your time Malachi.’
So I did, and luckily my turtle approach to life brought me Adeline.
Never part of the original design but with every passing day it was getting harder to see a future without my girl.
“It’s annoying that all these trophies say M. Jensen,” she grumbled.
“You didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?” I said, knowing full well it was a matter of time before Mom pulled out my full name.
Adeline turned, “You know it’s kind of cute that she has all of this still in your room. Look at your baby face!”
“I told you I was in the play senior year,” I took the picture from her and smiled at it. “Do you think we would have dated in high school?”
“Absolutely not,” she scoffed with a wicked smile.
“Ouch,” I said, leaning over her to place the photo back on the shelf.
“Don’t worry, I would have taken pity on you,” she hummed, wrapping her arms around my neck.
“Oh yeah?” I returned the touch, tugging her closer by her waist and digging my fingers into her hips. “The popular girl and the homeschooled dork?”
“Even the homeschool dork deserves to get kissed under the bleachers,” she teased, her fingers pushing into my hair with a smile on her face.
“Would the popular girl settle for a high school make out in his shrine of trophies?” I asked her, enjoying the lightness of the conversation.
“On his Power Rangers comforter,” Adeline giggled, “so hot.”
“Are you making fun of that relic?” I asked her and she raised an eyebrow.
“Absolutely I am,” she said, looking over my shoulder at my bed again. “Do you even fit in that thing?”
Without warning, I scooped her up, tossing her to the mattress with a soft thud that made her bounce. I crawled over her as she sank into the pillow with a sweet smile across her face.
“You’re right,” I sighed. “I would have never survived having a girl this hot in my bed in high school.” I kissed her jaw as it vibrated with amusement.
“I could have called you cum shorts,” Adeline giggled.
“It was one time,” I growled, hurrying my face into the crook of her neck while my fingers found the hem of her shirt.
“Would have been a regular occurrence. I can't imagine your willpower has come that far if you’re still a five minute man,” she teased.
“I’d threaten you, but it would just turn you on,” I scoffed, tickling her harder and making her hips rise to meet mine.
“Awe you’re learning.” Adeline wriggled beneath me.
I nearly lost control when her lips connected with mine and her tongue slipped into my mouth dragging me down on top of her completely. It was easy to lose my focus when she was around, like the rest of the world didn’t exist and for a second it didn’t have a reason to. It was just me and her. Her hands in my hair, mine on her skin, our bodies pressed so tightly together there was no beginning or end.
“Malachi!”
My mother's voice echoed through the house.
