Page 11 of Snowed In Sucker
“How is everything?”
I playfully roll my eyes. “You know it’s delicious. You’re a great cook.”
He gives me a soft smile. “It is still nice to hear.”
“I’m happy to compliment you anytime you’d like. I’m a simple servant at your beck and call.”
“You’re laying it on a little thick,” he says with a chuckle that leaves sparks flickering inside my stomach.
We eat, chatting back and forth about nothing important, mostly the snowstorm that seems to finally have slowed down. The snow looks to be at least waist deep out there. It’ll be a hassle to get the door open, but at least it’s finally slowed down a little.
Now that the snow has almost come to a stop, it’s only a matter of time before I need to make my way back home. The idea of leaving Jett’s home leaves my stomach sinking into my feet. I don’t want to leave.
Once we’re done eating, Jett takes our dishes into the kitchen while I head back to the bathroom. My clothes from yesterday are dry and waiting for me on the counter.
I take a quick, hot shower before getting out and getting dressed. Part of me thought about jerking off in the shower to help relieve some of this tension I’m feeling but I thought better of it. The last thing I need is Jett smelling that when he comes into the bathroom later.
I put my clothes back on, frowning at my reflection. I already miss being in Jett’s clothes. I miss being surrounded by his scent. Picking up his hoodie, I slide it back on, feeling much better.
I do my best to get my hair away from my face but without my usual hair products and blow dryer, I don’t think I’ll be able to properly style it. Jett has some hair gel but he’s got really short hair. The most he does is style his bangs up where I have totame this mop! Instead, I get it to sweep across my forehead and tucked behind my right ear. That’ll have to do.
After cleaning my glasses and getting them back on my face, I walk back into the living room. Jett looks at me, surprise on his features. For a moment, I think about taking the hoodie off and apologizing but that look of surprise quickly morphs into a soft smile. I like being in his clothes and that smile tells me, just maybe, he likes me in his clothes too.
I try not to let myself read into anything. Just because he smiled doesn’t mean anything. I’m going to get myself into trouble if I assume Jett might be feeling this charged energy the same way that I am. For all I know, he’s just being nice.
No, I’m going to keep myself in check. Jett is the one in charge. I can subtly show that I’m interested. I can subtly show him that I’m experiencing off the chart feelings for him, but it’s up to him to make a move. I won’t put him in a bad situation, especially as I can’t physically leave yet.
Jett takes a shower and changes into some clean clothes. He’s wearing short sleeves today, giving me an eyeful of his tattoos. They’re so gorgeous and mesmerizing.
I remember that day at the river, seeing him naked. His tattoos are like black wispy, windy lines, surrounding his body, swirling around his skin. There are flowers and leaves and Japanese words intermixed in the ink, further reminding me of the movement of wind. They’re beautiful.
His fingers have intricate designs on them as well. Lines and shapes and words that I don’t understand. His body is a canvas that I would gladly stare at for hours. I want to trace every black line with my fingers, with my tongue.
Once Jett’s all done, he joins me on the couch, sitting on the opposite end from me and pulling me out of my daydream about his body. I flush and look away, hoping he doesn’t notice.
“So,” he says, sounding nervous.
“What’s up?”
“When I was a kid, my siblings and I used to play truth or dare to pass the time. Do you want to play?” His cheeks flame and he quickly looks away. “Unless that’s childish.”
“I would love to play,” I say right away, reassuring him. “Did you guys have any special rules?”
He nods his head. “You could only dodge a question if you successfully completed some sort of silly challenge. You could only skip a dare if you confessed a secret the others didn’t know. There was never a winner or anything like that, but it was fun. We never did anything too outlandish because our parents would have punished us if we got too out of hand.”
“I can handle those rules,” I say, pulling my legs onto the couch and readjusting to sit pretzel style. “I once played truth or dare with my middle school basketball team. They dared me to put my hand in the toilet but I misheard and thought they said head. So I gave myself a swirlie.”
“Eww,” Jett says, wrinkling his nose. The sight makes me giggle, affection surging through me. Jesus, I have got it bad for this guy.
“That was one of the more mild things we’d get into. Teenage boys all trapped in a hotel room together is a disaster just waiting to happen.”
“I promise no swirlies,” he assures me with a grin. “Okay. Landon, truth or dare.”
“We’ll start easy. Truth.”
“What’s your favorite food?”
I was expecting something wild or something deep. Instead, Jett has thrown me an easy question. “That’s what you want to know? Out of everything in the world?”
