He made me want to smoke, if even just to get away from him.
So you can imagine my surprise when I walked out the back doors to find the object of his devastation alone and crying on the back steps.
Clearly, winning isn’t everything, and for a moment, I considered going back and grabbing him so he could see how human she is. I couldn’t bring myself to do it, though. If I brought him out here with how mad he was, all he’d do is make it worse, and by the looks of it, that’s the last thing she needed.
It felt wrong to just leave her, though.
Fuck, what’s that saying again… Curiosity killed the cat?
Yeah, I’m fucked, because not only did my curiosity get me talking to her, it got me liking her.
Which is a no for me.
I don’t have time for anything that isn’t school and Gavin, not if I want us to have a hope in hell of escaping our father and making something of this shit life.
I’ve always been good at keeping girls away, being ‘emotionally unavailable’ as they like to put it.
It wasn’t actually that at all; they just didn’t understand my not wanting a relationship, no matter how many times I said it. They always think the rules will change, that they're the one, but nothing short of fate will change that rule…
Despite my wanting it to, for once.
Fuck.
When’s the last time I liked someone, like really liked them?
Not just fucked them to chase off the loneliness, but actually enjoyed talking to them and wanted to know more.
An hour with Wren and I’m second-guessing myself. What would more time do?
Unfortunately, I’ll never get to find out.
Gavin needs me, the same way Wren needs Jordan, and while he can’t be here today and I’ve had enough of Gavin, we get to steal these brief moments.
I’m so lost in her and thoughts of her that I miss her moving until it’s too late.
Her lips brush against mine, and I feel the tether that snaps into place, stealing the air from my lungs.
I could break it.
Given the look on her face, her obvious fear of rejection, I’m almost positive she has no idea what she just did.
From the look and smell of her, she’s human, which means it wouldn’t even hurt her...
But even still,I don’twant to, not yet.
She pulls away, and I know I’ve messed up with the way her face falls. I’d been lost in the thought of tomorrow, but right now, none of that matters.
I lean in, pressing my lips to hers in a kiss much firmer than the one she brushed my lips with, and fuck, if she doesn’t melt for me.
I’ve never been one to care about control; the dynamic isn't a big deal so long as we both get off, but with Wren, it’s different.
Our link lets me feel just how much of an effect I have on her, without any kind of manipulation, without her knowing who I am or what I can do.
I’m not sure anyone has ever just been interested in me, for me.
The taste of her is delicious, like cotton candy that melts in your mouth. I want to devour her.
Unable to resist the call of her body, I pull her onto my lap so that she’s straddling me. She comes without complaint, and I hear her breath hitch when she feels just how much I’m enjoying kissing her.
