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Brandon huffs. “Fine then. You can wear my clothes. I don’t want you to ruin your uniform.”
“I’m not in the mood to paint,” I sulk, leaning back in the seat and staring ahead. “Just bring me home.”
He peels out the gates and swerves onto the road. “Do you want anything to eat?”
“No,” I grumble.
“You’re mad I didn’t sneak into your room last night,” he teases. “What exactly did you want to happen, little artist?”
“Ugh.” I snap my head to him. “Nothing. I’m not mad. I don’t even care.” I’m such a liar.
A quiet fog immerses us for a moment.
“Sometimes, the horrible memory feels too real, and I fall into a dark place that’s hard to come out of,” Brandon explains, causing me to soften. “It became so much I had to go for a run. Heath wanted to fight me, and I almost did, but I thought about you and stopped myself.” The sincerity in his voice tugs at my heartstrings.
In a kinder voice, I ask, “Why didn’t you come over last night then?”
“Because I was fucked up at that moment, Kayla. I was afraid I’d hurt you, and I’m not...” He doesn’t finish.
It’s as if he was about to say he’s not ready to share his secrets.
A little hurt, I suck my teeth and turn my gaze back to the road; just in time to see Brandon take a different exit.
“Where are you going?” I exclaim. “I said to drive me home.”
Brandon smirks. “Stop pretending you don’t want to hang out.” He slows to a stop at traffic lights and looks at me. “You love my attention, Kayla. You wanted me last night. You were worried about me today. It’s discernable in your body language.”
Heat blooms in a particular place as his eyes travel to my thighs with unabashed hunger. Then he groans in apparent frustration and bites his lip. “Ready to demonstrate what you were doing the other night?”
My pussy responds with a sweet ache, prompting me to shift in the seat. Suppressing it, I swallow hard and murmur, “You wish.”
“I do.” He lifts his gaze back to mine, and a lusty gasp trickles from my lips.
It’s a struggle to maintain composure.
I’m thankful when the lights change, and we start moving.
My gosh. What is happening to me?
