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“No. Not happening,” he says, his fingers brushing mine. An electric current zings up my arm causing me to shudder.
Hmm, maybe not a one-off then.
Shit.
“Be there, William. Don’t make me hunt you down. I will find you. I have my ways.”
He clears his throat and I paste a smile on for Brenda who is wobbling toward us. I lengthen my stride and grab onto her.
“You need to hold onto my arm, Bren,” I chastise.
“I know, I know, but you were busy.” She gestures to William and I roll my eyes, because, yes, I may like kissing him, but we aren’t getting married.
I don’t do relationships. They’re…messy. And they make me all…
Weak. I become weak and I hate it.
“I’m never too busy for you. And how many times have I told you, you need your walker? I even bought you that nice one that works on all surfaces.”
“I’m fine,” she says, reaching out and placing her hand on William’s arm, and my stomach clenches.
Because he is heractualgrandson. I’m just some kid who wandered into her life six months ago and dyes her hair and sits with her while she watches TV.
Shit.
I am utterly replaceable now that William is back.
“Better hold onto Vikki. She downed that alcohol like a fucking sailor,” Martha says, stomping off toward the exit.
I reach back and grab onto Vikki before she tumbles over and breaks a hip, and then lead them out to my car. The entire time I’m dropping them off, I wonder how best to play this.
But I’m really at a loss. I have no idea how to play this particular game.
William is the wild card I never expected.
CHAPTERFOUR
WILLIAM
Iswear to all that is holy, I thought I was asexual. For thirty years I’ve walked through life not feeling any type of sexual interest in others. Sure, I’ve found people pleasing to the eye but I’ve never felt the strong desire to touch them or have them touch me. I was happy with just myself and my hand. Sex seemed sort of like a nonissue and I was perfectly content like that. It was just my form of normal and I’d never really put that much thought into it.
But now I’m thinking about it. In fact, it’s all I can think about. The minute Lex strolled into my life, it was like a lightning bolt straight to my dick, like Frankenstein’s monster was awoken in my pants.
When I saw his lithe, tight body kneeling on the floor rustling around in his duffle bag, all silver-blond hair and painted black nails…and those piercings,my god. Then when he looked up and I saw his face, it was all over for me. My dick perked right up.
It saluted him with the recognition he deserves, and it hasn’t really gone down since. I’ve jacked off more in the past twenty-four hours than I have in my entire adult life.
Maybe I’m not asexual after all? Or maybe I am, but with just one small exception? Maybe I’m in that gray area. I don’t know. All I know is that I wasn’t interested in being touched, and now, all I can think about is Lex touching me. Lex kissing me. Lex throwing me up against that alley wall and…stealing my goddamn phone.
Fuck, why him? Why does it have to be him? He’s so infuriating with his smug attitude and straightforwardness. He has no right to be that hot.
He’s fire, and I’m a suicidal moth.
I know he’s bad for me, but I can’t stay away.
It’s why I’m outside his apartment right at this moment, despite all of my better judgment. This man eats sugar packets and drinks mini-creamers before eating a lunch consisting of chocolate and alcohol. It’s disgusting and juvenile. What’s next, individual jam packets?
And yet here I am, salivating and fantasizing about sticking my tongue in his mouth, again.
