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My insides twisted as I realized he hadn’t let go of me. Trapped in his fiery gaze, I felt myself crumbling like a stack of cards. My gaze flashed up to meet his.
“I’m sorry, I...”
“Don’t apologize, Nolan. You clean up nice too, you know,” he said softly, his thumb brushing the underside of my chin as he gazed back at me, his tongue darting out to lick his lips.
Which caused my cock to wake the fuck up.
I felt my blush spread across my cheeks, my instinct to turn away, but Dawson’s fingers held me in place.
“Are you nervous, Nolan?” His voice was playful, but enticing all the same. Like yesterday when we’d talked on the phone.
The memory of that moment only made my cock twitch.
Like an idiot I said, “I’m just... hungry I guess.”
I was hungry. But I wasn’t sure if it was for food or for... him.
Maybe a little of both.
A wicked smile graced his lips as he let go of my chin, and I hated that my skin felt colder without his touch.
“Me too, champ. Let’s go,” He said as he turned away, leading me down the hall to the elevator, my head spinning and my cock aching.
What the fuck have I gotten myself into?
CHAPTER 12
Nolan
I sat in Dawson’s candy apple red truck, feeling like I was going to pass out. I set my hands on my thighs, if only so my pants would absorb the sweat from my palms.
Dawson crawled into the driver’s seat, and cranking the ignition. Music blared from the speakers, some Nickelback song that I didn’t know all the lyrics to.
“Are you going to tell me where we’re going yet? Or are you going to blindfold me?” I drawled sarcastically.
Dawson flashed me a smirk. “That depends, do you want me to blindfold you?”
The darkness in his voice called to my cock like a damn siren and I shifted in my seat, trying my hardest to quell my burgeoning erection as I looked out the window so he couldn’t see my blush.
“No, thank you,” I said with a cough and a swallow.
No way in hell was I walking into that trap. The last thing I needed was to come in my pants sitting next to the man of my dreams before we even got to the fucking restaurant.
Christ, I haven’t felt this horny since I discovered I liked cock.
Dawson chuckled as he pulled the car out of the Towers parking lot.
And he didn’t say a word. He only focused on the road, his lips pursed. Gone was the playfulness, the sexy banter, and in its place was an awkward tension that filled the space.
I looked over at him, wondering if I’d said something wrong, done something, or if maybe he was just regretting this whole situation altogether. Whatever it was, I decided to try and break the ice.
The speakers blared with Theory Of A Deadman, which I knew only because in high school the guy I dated was obsessed with the band. A part of me felt inclined to scoot closer, to close the space between us, but I didn’t.
“Can you at least tell me if where we’re going is close?” I asked.
Dawson turned briefly to look at me.
“About a half hour. Why, you got some other pressing engagement tonight? Another tv marathon?” he said, but his voice was not playful or fun. Instead, it was replaced with a bit of anger.
