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We’ll be there only for the day, making the long but peaceful drive back late tonight, but I can see the stress and anxiety this short day is putting on the man. He hasn’t been home to Springbrook Hills in years, avoiding facing his father's disappointment in his domain.
His eyes stay on the road, and I assume that should be my answer in and of itself.
“I’m fine,” he says, but not a single part of me is sold with his declaration.
“If you want to . . . talk about it—”
“I’m fine, Lola.” I stare over at him and take in his stiff jaw, teeth gritting and grinding.
“That can’t be good for your teeth, Ben,” I say. “You’ve got nice teeth. You’ll want to keep them for a long time. I feel like dentures would mess with your biting kink, too.” I’d love to see that smile of his right now, but his jaw loosens just a bit.
Progress.
“I don’t have a biting kink,” he says, eyes to the road still.
“Tell that to my neck and my ass and my hips. I found teeth marks on my thigh this morning,” I say. “I had to change my outfit plans because you could see them in my shorts.” The sides of his lips tip up. “I don’t think your family would appreciate knowing your teeth have been on the inside of my thighs.”
He groans, a full smile hitting his lips.
Mission accomplished.
“Lola, if you don’t stop talking about my mouth being between your thighs, I’m going to have to pull over.”
Now I smile.
“I don’t think your mom would appreciate us being late or me showing up with sex hair.” His smile continues to grow, his eyes slipping to me, and I see he’s started to relax.
“My brother would. He’d probably give me a high five.”
“Oh God. Of course, he would.” I roll my eyes. “Anyway, I think we need a safe word,” I say, and the car swerves, just a bit, but enough to cross the center dividing line. “Jesus, Ben!”
“Did you just say we need a safe word?” His head is turned, looking at me.
“Benjamin! Eyes on the road!” My hands reach for the steering wheel, intending to take over if he’s not equipped to do so. Thankfully, his head moves back to the road, but that smile on his lips has morphed into something else.
I’ve seenthatsmile.
“Sweet girl, did you just say we need a safe word?”
It clicks.
“For escaping! This party! A safe word for the party!” That laugh I love, the deep, genuinely happy one falls from his lips, the sound bouncing around in the car and filling up my happy meter.
“Got it. Well, maybe this safe word can be multipurpose. For events and . . . other places.”
My body goes hot.
“Did I tell you I didn’t wear panties?” I blurt out.
Again, the car swerves.
“Ben!” I say, once again reaching for the wheel.
“Lola, you can’t just say shit like that and expect me to be able to keep this fuckin’ car on the road.”
“Sorry.” I stare at the hands I’ve balled in my lap, now self-conscious. “It wasn’t like . . . a sexual thing. I was rushing around and this dress . . . panty lines . . . ” I’m wearing a knee-length bodycon dress with thin straps, and while it’s so comfy it might as well be pajamas, the only panties that don’t show in it are hella uncomfortable.
So I made a last-minute decision.
