“Wren. I’m really sorry about the video and about what I said. I shouldn’t have gone to the bar that day and I especially shouldn’t have talked to a random stranger about our business,” I say in one go, barely breathing.
It’s better to get it all out now than pretend that we’ve been fine for the last two months. She looks at me now, the darkness making it harder to distinguish what colour her eyes are.
“It’s okay. I shouldn’t have pushed you away either,” she replies finally. “I've thought about it a lot over the last few weeks and I forgive you. I didn't make it easy for you when I left that morning and I've never been good at communicating how I feel. It turns out that you weren’t the only one who was hyper-fixating.” She laughs a little and it’s the kind of laugh that could melt into my hands.
“I understand, though. You had a lot going on.”
“I think…I think I was just so afraid of whatcouldhappen that I never gave it the chance to actually happen, y’know?” she explains, her eyes suddenly glistening.
“I get that.” We’re quiet for a while. Lost between a moment of quiet and comfortable silence. “Are we going to be okay?”
“I want to give this a chance, Miles,” she begins.
“But…”
“But I’m still scared. I have, like, a gazillion things going on in my brain at all times and I don’t know how to handle it. If I can’t control it, how will this work?”
“Let mehelpyou, Wren. You’re so used to doing things on your own that you’re pretty fucking stubborn. I want to experience life with you, no matter how bad it gets."
“I want that. I want to let you in.” She places her hand on mine, holding it tight without breaking eye contact with me. I feel so at home in her hands. Like nothing else matters other than us in this moment right now. “Thank you for coming today.”
“Thanks for not shouting at me,” I say. She laughs and pushes me in the shoulder. Then something takes over her face. The lines in her face crease slightly as it becomes hard and worried.
“Shit, Miles. What about your games? Did you get into the finals? When is your last game?” she asks frantically.
“The seasons over, Wren,” I mutter solemnly.The memory of our last game runs through my mind on a loop. I’m surprised I’ve not thought of a reason to bring it up until now. "My parents even came to the game."
“What? That's great but I can't believe it's finished already.”
“Yeah, it finished last week,” I explain. She looks at me as if there’s more to say, her eyes looking into me with an expectant glare. A wide grin splits on my face before I lean into her and whisper in her ear. “‘We won.”
She pushes me away from her, pounding on my chest with her little hands. “You almost gave me a fucking heart attack. I’m so happy for you. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there, though.”
“It definitely wasn’t the same without you but you’re here now.”
“You’re right. I’m here now,” she says, biting on her lip and looking at me the way that makes my dick jerk.Her eyes soften, a dreamy look in her eyes.
“But,” I drag out, placing my hand on her inner thigh. I drag my hand further up her leg until my hands are under her shorts, just reaching the line of panties. “I know how you can make it up to me though.”
“Oh, you do?”
I don’t have to make any more subtle comments until she’s straddling me in the driver's seat. Her hands rub from my shoulders till they cup my face as she runs her thumbs just under my eyes in the gentle way that I like.
Cautiously, I pull back the seat so it can lie flat against the backseat. Wren places her hands on my chest, looking over at my face between each line - as if she's trying to memorise me - before her mouth meets mine. It’s not frantic and desperate like our last kiss – it’s gentle and calming. Her body falls softly against mine in a sigh when my hands travel from her outer thigh up to her ass under her shorts. Her hands roam underneath my shirt as her mouth explores across my jaw and my neck at a painfully slow pace.
“I missed you so much,” she whispers into my skin.I swear I feel every hair on my body stand up when the words leave her mouth.
“I’ve missed you too,” I say back when I’m able to manage. She starts to shift down my legs, pulling up my shirt so she can kiss from my neck and down to my happy trail. An unknown sound leaves my mouth when she nips and kisses at my lower stomach. She starts to work at my jeans, and I take in a deep breath, ready for her to absolutely devour me.
A loud knock pierces through the heavy breathing. Her wide eyes lock with mine as she tries to sit up. We stay still for a few beats, breathing in each other's faces, acting as if we didn’t just hear it. I sit up on my elbows with her and the knock sounds again at the window. It’s too steamy in here to see but I hear a familiar voice outside.
“Miles, stop trying to get your dick wet and just tell me which apartment it is,” Grey shouts, knocking rapidly on the window again.I wind it down slowly and when he catches Wren’s eye, instead of stepping away like a normal person, he leans his forearms on the window. “Hey, Wren.”
“Hi, Grey,” she says quietly, her words coming out more of a question. She tries to climb off me, but I keep her there, her back resting again the steering wheel.
“Dude, you could have texted me,” I say rolling my eyes.
“Yeah, I tried. It must have been hard to hear over all the moaning,” he retorts, tilting his head to the side. He looks at Wren. “Not you. It was mainly him.”
