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I don’t know how I’m going to do it, but now I’m positive. I’m going to make Luna Marshall love me again.
There’s no other alternative.
Gavin
“I could have called a taxi,” Luna mutters as I use her keys to open up her door. She’s been saying that almost since we left the bar. “I still don’t know why you wouldn’t let me ride home with Meghan.”
“Because, there wasn’t a point. It’s late and Meghan didn’t need to be out on the roads this late at night by herself. I was available and I could take you,” I respond, letting her in and locking the door behind her.
While she’s stepping out of her shoes and putting up her jacket, I walk through to the kitchen and other rooms, turning on lights and making sure they’re secure. The last stop is her bedroom. There’s already a lamp on, bathing the room is soft light. Nothing has been disturbed, and I breathe a little easier. I’ve got to find this damn murderer. I won’t be able to rest easy until I do. I can’t let Luna get hurt, I have to protect her.
“What are you doing in here?” Luna asks from behind me.
“I wanted to make sure the house is secure,” I tell her, looking at her from over my shoulder.
“Is it?” she pushes up against me, peeking around my body. Her hands are holding onto my sides, her nails digging sharply into my skin.
She’s definitely drunk, not crazy drunk, but not exactly sober either. It’s just enough to make her completely relaxed and that makes it hard enough for me to remember I shouldn’t try and take advantage of her. She keeps putting her hands on me, pressing her body against me like she is right now as she looks around the room like she’s afraid an intruder is going to step out of the darkness and it’s slowly killing me. I want her so much that it’s hard to breathe. My cock has been hard all night. I’ve sat at her table listening to her and Meghan laughing and talking. I’ve fought myself to keep my hands off of her, but that’s getting harder and harder to do.
“I haven’t checked every room, but I think so, yeah, Moonbeam.”
“Did you check the closet?” she whines, peering at the door, already knowing I haven’t.
“I think it’s safe.”
“You should check. In all those scary movies the bad guy is always hiding in the closet… or the bathtub… sometimes the basement, but I don’t have one of those.”
I’m shaking my head, but I walk over to what I assume is the closet, because her eyes haven’t moved from it while she’s been talking. I look inside finding it empty except for a lot of clothes and enough shoes to start about twenty stores. It seems Luna has developed a shoe habit since high school.
“See? All clear,” I tell her, holding the door open so she can peer inside.
“I have three more closets upstairs, Gavin,” she says, her face deadly serious. “You know it’s funny, until now, I thought closets were a good thing, the more the merrier. Now, I’m regretting that very thing.”
I have to laugh, though I do it quietly and try to hide it from her, but she’s damn cute and she looks so miserable that she has closets that I can’t keep from it.
“I’ll go check upstairs,” I tell her. I go to walk around her, but she reaches out and grabs my hand.
“You can’t go alone. I’ll go with you.”
“Luna—”
“Don’t argue with me, Gavin. I’m the mayor.”
I have no idea what that has to do with anything, but I just shrug. Luna’s grabbed hold of my hand and our fingers are interlocking. I’m not in the mood to argue. Mostly I’m wondering if I’m going to be able to control myself enough to wait until I get back to my hotel room or if I’m going to have to jack myself off now. I’m also wondering if I could excuse myself to go to the bathroom and relieve the pressure there. My balls hurt I need her so much right now.
After I’ve taken her through the entire house and made sure the place is secure, we wind up back in the living room. Luna’s hand is still in mine and it feels good. She looks up at me, smiling.
“Thanks, Gavin.”
“You’re welcome,” I tell her, my voice sounding unusually gruff as I try to deal with all of the hunger and emotions that being close to Luna evokes.
“I wanted to ask you something,” she says, her gaze dropping down to the floor.
I reach out, putting my finger under her chin and bringing her gaze back to me.
“What did you want to ask?”
“Joshua has an awards ceremony tomorrow. He’s on the honor roll for the third straight time. If you’d like to come, he might… it might make him feel good.”
