“Atta girl.”
Oh my god, stop.
“If that’s all, I should get going.” My voice trapped in a breathy whisper.
“Of course.”
My finger hovers over the end button. I know I need to press it but somehow can’t.
We stare at each other for a few seconds more, neither of us saying anything until he is the first to break the silent standoff we find ourselves in.
“I like the blue,” he says. Simple enough, thought it’s the way he says it mixed with the look in his eyes that has my attention.
It takes me a second to process that he’s referring to the blue topaz I have on each end of my nipple piercing.
I swallow, thickly. The nervous energy running rampant throughout my body only increases as he speaks again. “It matches your eyes. Which so happen to be my favorite color.”
“You’re just saying that,” I deflect, brushing off the compliment.
“I’m serious.”
“Right. So the color of my eyes and the gems on my nipple piercings so happen to be your favorite color?”
I don’t know why I won’t take the compliment or why I’m not letting this go but it doesn’t seem to matter to him, he remains calm, confident in his response, patiently waiting for me to stop spiraling.
“Yes. It is now.”
Before I can say anything, his dimples disappear as his expression grows stern. Not in a rude way, but in a way that commands my attention, as if it would be anywhere else but on him. “You don’t need to be embarrassed. I’ve seen you in more compromising positions.”
I bite my lip, suppressing a grin.
“Even if this…” He pauses, “ifwecan’t happen. I’m still going to compliment you every chance I get.”
“Why?” My voice is barely above a whisper. It’s all I can get out. My throat feels tight.
“Because you need to hear it. You deserve to. Have a good night, Sarina.”
He ends the call abruptly, and it finally feels like I can breathe, for the first time in a very long time.
CHAPTER 17
TOMÁS
This is all the gummies fault. Though I’m not sure if that’s a good or bad thing. Tino was right, it did relax me, but it also made me impulsively contact Sarina, when I technically didn’t need to.
Granted, the deadline I told her earlier when she stopped by my place did in fact get moved up, but it’s nothing that would warrant me bothering her on a Friday night. I’m embarrassed to admit that I wanted it to seem more urgent than it was just so I could have an excuse to talk to her.
I want so badly to be able to talk to her again. Like we did when we first met. Things felt so much easier, more carefree, when we were strangers with nothing but the night ahead of us. I wanted nothing more than to be able to see her again. Though I didn’t anticipate the domino effect that would happen once our paths crossed. Everything feels, and is, more complicated now. For the first time in a long time I’m having difficulty suppressing my feelings to push through. I don’t know how to flip the switch in my mind that’s begging me to pursue her.
I know if I confided how I’m truly feeling to my friends, they’d laugh and chalk it up to the pussy being so good that I’m still drunk off it.
They wouldn’t be wrong.
Her pussy was good. More than good. But that’s not what has me caught in the chokehold I find myself in.
What has me is the way we both melted around each other. The way she seemed to shine in my presence, and the way I was able to breathe around hers.
I’ve never felt that way around anyone before.
