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Chapter Thirteen
Dylan
“Let’s watch a movie.”
I look up from my magazine to Cade’s voice. Earlier, when I woke from my nap, he had the grill running and steaks cooking.
My clean kitchen had also been a war zone, with the spice cupboard door open and spice containers littering the counter. That wasn’t even touching the actual spices decorating the counter.
I won’t mention the urge to giggle at the iPad propped up on the recipe book ledge.
We ate in the kitchen but then came back to the patio, same seats as earlier. He was now nursing a beer, and I was curled up in my chair, reading the latest Cosmo.
“C’mon,” he says, standing and holding a hand out toward me. Not saying a word, I look at his hand, then up to his face.
He waves his hand at me.
“It’s going to get too dark to read that, anyway.”
I point over my shoulder with my thumb. “Lights. They turn on.”
“Fine. I’ll watch a movie.” If I wanted to analyze his tone, I’d say he was disappointed I wasn’t going with him, but I was having a hard time with how comfortable I was around him.
Now.
Other than this afternoon’s conversation, we coexisted in this giant house in relative silence.
But a comfortable silence.
I was no longer anxious around him.
At least, not in a “my world is ending” way.
Perhaps, more in a “my world may be beginning” way, and it was that reason that had me trying to dig my heels in.
Cade stuffs his hand in his pocket and then salutes me with his glass bottle, before stepping around me and my chair. I force myself to look back down at the magazine, and not at his denim-covered ass as it’s practically in my face.
When I hear the door slide open, then finally shut, I swallow hard
On one hand, I’m excited that I only have to play nice for another eighteen hours.
On the other hand, though, I surprisingly want more time.
I want to get to know him.
I want him to stick around.
Obviously, he can’t. He has a film to get back to.
But I’m not exactly opposed to him coming back next weekend.
Sighing, I flip the page in my magazine, and try to focus on the words in front of me.
I turn the page again, and this next article is about fellatio techniques and God, I’m glad Cade isn’t out here right now. Curiosity wins out though, and I read through the article and testimonials for the different acts. I don’t even realize I’m biting my lip until I feel the corner of my mouth getting wet.
Good God, I’m literally drooling.
All while I’m reading and picturing and…
