Page 110 of Waiting Forever
I shouldn’t be surprised. “I can’t believe you’re going to wear that. It’s wet and covered inus.”
He sniffs it and smiles. “Smells like your tight pussy. I think I’ll sleep in it tonight.”
I swat his bicep. “You’re disgusting.”
“I’m a guy.” He shrugs.
Why does that make me love him more? I roll my eyes and warn him as we walk toward the haunted house and the festivities, “Don’t get close to anyone and don’t sniff your shirt again.”
“I don’t make promises I can’t keep.”
I stop and plant my hands on my hips.
“You look sexy when you do that.” He eyes my body with a grin.
“Stop it!” I can’t hide my smile. “If you can’t behave yourself, we’re going home.”
“Promise?” His eyes glisten with thoughts of round two.
“Seriously, Nathan? You’re like a child.”
“A horny teenager,” he corrects and grabs my waist, tugging me to him. “I can’t help that everything you do is a turn-on. Be less irresistible.”
I don’t know if I can do this—be with him knowing his life could change in ways I can’t begin to relate to. Him having a child with another woman—a nasty selfish woman, who will work hard to make our lives hell.
“I love you, and I love what we did. But nothing has changed. I still don’t know if I can handle your possible future.”
He doesn’t let go of me, but his grip loosens. “I know. I don’t blame you. And I will respect your wishes. I just don’t know if I can be around you and not want you the way I do. You’re my best friend, my longest friendship, and the love of my life. It’s a hard line to walk. The last thing I want is to distance myself from you, but if it’s in your best interest, I’ll have to, or else this will keep happening.”
It is impossible not to love him more and more. He says the most romantic things and doesn’t even realize it. I rest my head against his upper chest. “I wish…” I can’t finish the sentence. Saying I wish Harper never got pregnant is mean, not to mention pointless.
“I know.” He kisses my head and wraps his arms around me in a soothing embrace.
Moments pass. Eventually we break apart—well, I do.
“I need to tell Azure good-bye. I think we should head home.”
He nods in understanding. “Should I come or wait in the car?” He gestures to his shirt.
“Car. I’ll meet you there.”
Nathan goes one way, while I head for the caramel apple stand.
Azure and his mom are talking and laughing. They’re like best friends in a way. It’s sweet. “Hey,” I greet them.
Azure takes one look at me and raises a black eyebrow. He bends to my ear. “Your shirt is on inside out.”
Oh, hell no. I glance down. Wait. I never took it off. I glare up at Azure. “You’re not funny.”
He smirks. “I think I might be.”
I laugh despite myself.
“I’m psychic, too. You’re here to say good-bye, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” I give him a sheepish grin.
“I understand. You should go. You smell like sex and caramel.”
