Page 40 of Fast Break
“Is this okay?” I ask, a little too late but it’s the thought.
“Yes,” he rasps. “Very okay.”
See? I knew he wanted this. I knew he wanted my hands on him and I know I’m not going to stop at this innocent little touch. I want more of him. I edge my way slowly to the top of his button and pause, letting him know my intentions as I hold his eye. I can’t see any green anymore, his eyes completely blown to lust.
I very carefully pop the button. I don’t think either of us are quite breathing as time seems to narrow down to my cheeky little fingers and where they are playing. I pick up the clasp on the zipper and am about to slide it down its tracks when the sound of the front door opening has me freezing.
“Fuck,” I curse.
“Fuck,” he repeats. “Is that your mum?”
“Yeah, that’s my mum.” A woman I actually love to bits but damn I could curse her right now.
“What’s the chances she’s going to be up here?”
“I’d say they’re at about a hundred percent,” I reply just as the sound of her footsteps meet the stairs. We both bolt from the bed, slamming down onto the desk chairs and grabbing a random maths textbook just as the door opens.
“Oh hello, JT,” Mum enthuses. She really likes my boy and she doesn’t try to hide it either.
“Hi, Amy,” JT replies, trying to mask his breathlessness and flushed cheeks with enthusiasm.
“I was hoping you might be here. I’ve got fish and chips for dinner. There’s enough for you too if you’d like to stay,” Mum continues.
“Oh, um,” JT mulls. He flicks a glance at me, and I must give him enough encouragement because he looks back at my mum and tells her he’d love to stay.
“Excellent. It’s ready downstairs whenever you are,” Mum continues.
“We’ll be there in five minutes,” I cut in. “Just got to finish this section off.”
“No problem,” Mum replies with a big smile as she leaves the door wide open behind her and sets off downstairs.
JT lets out an exaggerated breath as he reaches down to re-button his pants. “Life is so unfair,” he groans, voice dipped low.
I smirk at him, looking so cute and flushed. I don’t miss the flare of heat in his eyes when I lean closer.
“How about next time you’re here we do something about that,” I suggest. JT’s gaze darkens again but he says nothing. I think he likes my suggestion.
“That’s not helping my current situation,” he eventually replies.
“Me neither, JT. Why do you think I asked for five minutes.” He just grins at that. I leave him be while I head into the bathroom and take an uncomfortable leak, returning to find him tapping out a message on his phone. He sends the message and his phone starts ringing almost immediately. He silences the call before pocketing it and looks up at me expectantly.
“Everything okay?”
“Perfect. How about that fish and chips?” he says. I take his hand, and we head downstairs, only dropping contact when we arrive at the table to have dinner with Mum.
***
I pull my coat tighter around myself as I head towards Mare Bello. The temperature has taken a sudden plummet, and I shiver as a cold blast of wind whips past, carrying the briny scent of South Wharf in the air. I wish JT was here so I could cuddle him, maybe steal some of his body heat.
I round the corner, and my eyes fall on Jace huddled out the front of the restaurant. He’s alone so I assume the other guys are running late as I make my way towards him. He’s done his hair in a half-up, half-down style and he’s wearing a nice blue coat over black pants.
“Hey,” I say as I step up beside him.
“Hi,” he replies. I glance around the street, hoping the others will get here soon. It’s freezing out here. “Want to head in?”
“Should we wait for the others?” I suggest.
“Nah, it’s freezing out here,” Jace replies, and I follow behind him as he pushes his way into the restaurant. There’s nothing overly fancy about Mare Bello but I love how authentic and unpretentious it is, trading on really good food alone. Jace speaks with the waitress who leads us to a booth, and I shuck my coat as I take a seat opposite Jace. He’s fidgeting nervously and I wonder what’s gotten him that way.
