Page 6 of Blinded By Love

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Si-

Before I can finish my count, I walk straight into a hard wall. My nose slams against it, making me stumble back a step, losing my balance. I’m about to land flat on my ass when strong arms wrap around my waist. The grip is firm but not too tight. “Are you okay?” I hear a deep gruff voice ask. The sound of it sends a pleasant shiver down my spine.

“Sweet heart, are you okay?” I tilt my head slightly as an odd feeling of familiarity hits me at the sound of the voice again, but I can’t seem to place it. I finally come to my stunned senses after a second, realizing the entire coffee shop is dead quiet. Like you could hear a pin drop right now. I straighten my back, running my hands down my stomach to my thighs and pretend like I’m dusting dirt off.

“I’m sorry. Thank you for catching me. That could have ended badly.” I let out a nervous chuckle.

“Don’t apologize. I’m assuming it was an accident, and you didn’t see where you were going.” The mystery man says and I let out a laugh this time.

“That’s an understatement. I come here almost daily and I don’t remember there being a wall here.” I hold out my hand, feeling around for the new wall. I notice the shop is still pretty quiet but I pay no mind, trying to find this damn wall I swear wasn’t there yesterday.

My hand finally hits it as I run my fingers down to feel what kind of material it is when I hit something that feels a lot like a belt buckle.Is this what I think it is?I snatch my hand away when I hear a clearing of the man’s voice. “You’re the wall I ran into, aren’t you?” I ask, but I already know.Oh shit. Why me?

My face must be as bright red as a cherry tomato. “Oh, my god! I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to, I swear. Please tell me you weren’t holding coffee or something. I’ll pay for a new one or if you haven’t bought something yet, please let me pay.” I start digging into my purse to find my wallet, saying sorry a few more times when a huge warm hand lands over my own hand, stopping my search. “What?”

“Calm down. Stop apologizing. It was my fault. I stepped back to let someone pass while you were walking up. Let me buy you a coffee instead.” The deep timbre of his voice does something to me as I bite my bottom lip to consider his offer. I do like free coffee, but I still feel bad for feeling him up in the middle of a busy coffee shop. A finger tugs on my bottom lip, making me let go of it and stare up into the direction I picture him to be. “Stop overthinking it. What do you want?” He asks.

I’m still a bit stunned that he just touched me, but then I think he can’t see my creepy white eyes or the scars that surround them. Once people see them, they start to feel uncomfortable. So, I tend to keep them on at all times unless I’m at home and alone. I sigh and give in to having a bit of company to get my mind off of the stress of today. “I’ll have a white mocha, please.” I say as I shift to the side, hoping I don’t bump into anyone else. I’m successful, getting all the way to the small bar area that holds all the extra sugar and cream.

I stand there somewhat awkwardly until I smell the mystery man step up next to me. He smells like leather and something familiar but can’t quite name. The combination actually works the more I inhale his scent.

“Let’s take a seat.” He says and places a hand on my lower back, stepping closer, almost like he is trying to shield me. He leads me over to a table towards the back by the windows. I can feel the sun heating the chair as I take a seat.

It feels hotter in here, more than usual, or it could be because I ran into a stranger. Said stranger saved me from injury, then I proceeded to call him a wall and feel him up. If I didn’t feel the belt, who knows how low I might have gone. The man has hard as rock abs. Abs I would love to feel the bare skin of.

My chest flushes with heat, spreading upwards towards my cheeks as I tilt my head down, trying to hide the evidence of my wayward thoughts.

I clear my throat and try to act normal for once. “I’m Wren, by the way. Thanks again for saving me. What can I call you?” There is a long pause, so I think he left and I’m talking to myself when he finally replies.

“Jax.”

“Jax.” I repeat his name, liking the sound of it on my tongue. “I like it. It fits you.” I tell him, then hear him grunt in response. “Man of few words, I see.” I pause. “Well, I don’t see because as you can see, I’m blind, but you get what I’m saying, right?” I ask, feeling so awkward.

I am making a fool of myself. Abort. Abort. Do not talk. I repeat, do not talk.

But my brain doesn’t get the memo as I open my big mouth. “Can I feel you?” I inwardly groan after I blurt that out. “Sorry. I mean, can I feel what you look like?” I hold up my hands, wiggling my fingers to show him what I mean. Then I run them down my own face to further show I don’t plan to feel him up in any other way, again. There is a long, pregnant pause where I think I might have made him uncomfortable. I go to apologize again, but before I can get the words out, we hear the barista call out Jax’s name. I hear his chair scrape against the floor as he backs up and stands. I’m sure he was just waiting for a chance to escape.

“Be right back.” I hear him turn, take a step before he adds. “Don’t move.” Then he continues on as if the command to not move combined with his husky voice didn’t just soak my panties.

What the actual fuck is wrong with me?

Chapter six

Jaxon

“Be right back.” I tell her, taking a step before I add, “Don’t move.” Then I turn to get our drinks. When I get to the counter, it hits me that I was being forceful with her.What was I thinking?I look back over my shoulder,noticing she hasn’t fled in fear yet. Well, that’s good.

I grab our coffees and head back to the woman who I’ve been obsessing over for the last month. The other customers scurry out of my way, not that I care or am even surprised. I’m 6’4’ and look like I live in the gym. My clothes are custom made for my size. Anything else and I would look like Bruce Banner mid shifting into the Hulk. My face is covered in a full beard but is clean cut. A scar runs along the length of my face, from my right temple to just beneath my facial hair. The scar’s color is a deep red and raised. It tends to intimidate those who see it, screaming don’t fuck with me, but that’s how I like it.

I set the coffee’s down, sliding one to her, then take my seat across from her again. I sit there, watching Wren for a minute before my dumbass realizes she can’t see me or the coffee cup.Shit, I suck at this.“Your drink is in front of you.” She jumps at the stand of my voice and I grimace.

I love that everyone around me is afraid of me, but it doesn’t feel right that she is. “Sorry.” I gruff out, looking down at my own drink, suddenly feeling intimidated by this tiny slip of a woman.

“No. It was my bad. I was lost in thought and didn’t hear you come back.” She reaches out for her drink but is way off. I lean forward, grabbing her small hand, hearing an intake of breath. I place it over the cup, then lean back to watch her some more. It takes her a moment, but she finally snaps out of her stunned state, picking up her mocha and taking a sip. I watch her pink plump lips wrap around the lip of the cup as she takes a small sip. Following the movement of her throat as she swallows down the liquid. My cock hardens as I picture her lips wrapped around something else, swallowing down something else. I advert my gaze down to my own coffee.

Not now, you idiot. You’re in public. A fucking coffee shop. Not that Wren can see my body’s reaction to such a simple action, but still. Don’t be a perv.

“What were you thinking about?” I ask to change the subject. Her head snaps up to look in my direction. The movement causes her glasses to slide down a bit. Before she can fix them, I get a glance at her milky white glazed eyes and the faint scars that lie around them. It’s not the first time I have seen them, but I still wonder how she got them. It’s obvious she hasn’t been blind her whole life, but what kind of accident caused this beautiful creature to become broken? I know she has nightmares, and that she fears something or someone, but this was before the night in the alley.

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