Page 28 of Finding Their Place

Legs weak and eyesight hazed by tears, I spun on my heel, ignoring the pleas of the people who’d raised me, to escape what the sight of them did to my head and heart.

No matter the miles, the distance I put between us physically didn’t ease my confliction over my existence and where I belonged.

The crumbling of my entire foundation left me devastated and stumbling through the rubble of what I’d thought had been a good life.

10

Haley

Excitement over seeing Wyatt kept me grinning all day long, and it had nothing to do with how hot his body might be or how good-looking he was. I genuinely couldn’t wait to sit and chat in person like we had so effortlessly over the phone.

Like Garrett, Wyatt kept the shadows in my head at bay, like a shield of happiness shining with blinding light.

I’d thought I would be content with just talking and hanging out with Wyatt, but as each hour passed by, whittling down the time until we met face to face, I couldn’t stop the arousal train his voice had dragged me onto.

Once he’d set desire in motion, there’d been no stopping it.

I wanted to taste his lips, prayed to all the fucking gods of the universe he knew how to make a woman’s knees weak with his mouth. A nice-sized dick would definitely be a check mark in the positive category, but I didn’t really believe in mythical creatures.

That didn’t stop me from hoping.

Garrett left for his hookup mid-afternoon, and I’d wished him luck since he’d been a pissy bitch all morning long.

And I’d thought I needed dick.

I envied the fucker he took off to meet, wondering if he’d be allowed to feast on Garrett’s lips and that V like I’d often dreamed about while he used my thigh as his pillow and I played with his hair.

Pushing aside my jealousy came easily because of the night ahead of me and all its possibilities.

I considered getting myself off in the shower so my thoughts wouldn’t be overshadowed by wet panties during my date with Wyatt but decided against it. If we went further than expected after that wine and dine we’d agreed on, I wanted to be edged to the point that any climax would rob me of strength and cognitive abilities.

That meant no getting off until later.

Hopefully with Mr. Hot Stuff wrecking me with his mouth and dick.

My skin tingled and pulse thrummed while getting ready, which caused my hands to shake. I messed up my eyeliner three times before getting it right. At least I didn’t poke out my eye with my mascara wand.

Lily texted me a good luck, and I shot back two thumbs up and a promise to call her—but told her to not wait up.

Just in case.

In my excitement, I sat ready to roll an hour before Wyatt and I had agreed to meet, and I couldn’t find distraction to save my life.

My cell rang, and the sight of Wyatt’s number and blue-shirted image I’d saved skyrocketed my heart rate and stretched my lips in a wide grin.

“Hey,” I answered, breathless like I’d sprinted a mile even though I’d been lounging on my ass channel surfing on the TV.

“Hi. So, I got some fucked up news.” His voice sounded scratchy, like he’d been crying for hours on end.

I sat up on the couch’s edge while muting the TV, all trace of my smile gone. “Are you okay?”

“Not really, no. Fuck, I don’t know what to do,” he muttered as though to himself.

“Talk to me, Wyatt. What’s going on?”

He cursed again, his voice breaking. “I’m sorry, but I—I’m not really in the right frame of mind to meet you for dinner.”

My heart fell, but my concern for his well-being overrode disappointment. “What can I do to help? I mean, if it’s too private, tell me to fuck off and I will.”

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