My nuts.
Fuck, I hate him.
I jerk back, blurting the words I’ve been choking down ever since the idea crept in.
“Come with me.”
Yosh’s eyes widen, his finger hesitantly pointing toward a cluster of rocks at the end of the bay.
My jaw drops. “No! God no, not that! I meant Amsterdam.”
His eyes flick back and forth as he processes the sudden change. To be honest, I’m not sure which idea is worse: a quickie behind those rocks, or dragging him into my world of chaos. I sure as hell know which one would be more fun.
“Sapphire, are you serious?”
I watch him tuck his hair behind his ear, something he always does when he’s nervous.
Damn, what the hell was I thinking? Oh, right. I wasn’t thinking with my brain. My cock took over. Shit. No paddling back from this one.
“Yeah, I want to show you my life. Take you to Heatherfell, introduce you to my family. It’ll be fun!”
That last part was a failed attempt to convince him, and myself. But the truth is, I do want him there. I want him to see my home. Who I am there. He needs to know that side of me too.
He studies me with suspicion at first, then lets out a soft huff.
“I see. You want me there to make sure you behave.”
I start withno, but end up betraying myself with a guiltyyes.
“I meant it. I want to take you home, show you my favourite places. It’s just…”
I search for words. “I don’t trust myself there on my own.”
The playful look in his eyes softens into something more serious.
“Thank you for telling me. I’ll come with you, but we stay honest with each other. If you’re not okay, you say so. No pretending with me.”
“Like you did after SeaBreeze?”
Too late to take my words back.
Do I want to take them back? No.
I’m not asking for much. I’ve made peace with not knowing his whole past, maybe I never will. But honesty is different. It can save us a lot of trouble. And I’d like to keep us out of trouble.
“You’re right. I’ve learned from it. That’s exactly why I don’t want things to go sideways again because of…” He pauses. “Miscommunication.”
That’s a generous way to put it. But since I’m trying this whole being-an-adult thing lately, maybe it’s best not to drag up the past.
I hold out my hand. “Deal.”
“And if I have to keep you on a leash, I will. Gladly.”
There’s a glint in his eyes. I can’t tell if he’s joking or checking how I react.
Should I let him flirt with the idea of chaining me up? Yeah, why not. Let’s see where that goes.
“That’s not exactly unusual in Amsterdam.”
