Page 59 of Trucker
He didn’t question anything.
Trucker didn’t ask what I was doing, why I was doing it—none of that.
He simply held me to his hard chest, exhaled as if he hadn’t breathed in years and held me tighter.
My panic still sat on my chest like an elephant.
Trucker rubbed my back while whispering comforting words to me.
“Mayson?” Sobs rocked my body. “Mayson.”
“I’m right here, Sprite.” He told me, pulling me closer. “I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise.”
“Don’t let go.” Taji cried. “Okay—please? Don’t let go.”
I clung to him as best I could, but I didn’t need to worry. Trucker re-wrapped his arms around my frame and held onto me as if I belonged to him.
He had to be tired from holding me so tightly—but the force of his embrace was heaven to me.
It was a safety zone I wasn’t used to and hadn’t felt before.
In that moment, I needed precisely that—the strength of this man, the smell of him, the feel of him.
I didn’t expect it, but it took me some time to want to leave his arms. Even as I eased back to look up into his eyes, I didn’t want him to let me go.
Trucker didn’t try getting away and when I leaned forward for another hug, he allowed me to cuddle into his chest.
Inhaling deeply, I tried memorizing his scent, loving the way he smelled and felt against me.
When I finally had it together, I released him.
“Want to talk about it?” I asked.
“Eventually.” I managed. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“You didn’t. I was coming back from my run.”
“Really?” I turned to look at the time. “I didn’t realize what time it was. Let me take a shower and I can make you some breakfast.”
Trucker smiled at me.
“You don’t have to cook for me.” He told me. “Maybe you should get some more sleep. I mean, after that wake-up call, you deserve at least another hour, don’t you think?”
“I have to get up.” I told him. “I have a client meeting at eight anyway.”
“You can’t cancel it?”
“I already did—three times because he had to travel for work.” I offered him a tired look. “The truth is, I’d love nothing more than crawling back under the covers—well, maybe there is one thing I ‘d love more.”
“What’s that?”
“Crawling back under the covers with you.” I admitted while picking at the corners of my fingers until they were sore. “But like I said. I need to get up.”
“Okay—as long as you’re up for this.”
I promised him I was, and Trucker gently touched my cheek before wandering out.
The moment I was alone in the bathroom, I felt like an idiot.
