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And then tonight, when we are tucked safely away in that shitty trailer, I’m gonna be inside of him again. Or maybe I’ll let him inside of me. But really, what I want to do is hold him against me and feel him huff contentedly.
That’s what I want more than anything.
To wake up with him against me, over and over again.
CHAPTERFIFTEEN
Jasper
We drive through the small town, seeing the signs of the tornado all around us. Apparently, this was a small one, but it still looks like it did some damage.
“This is crazy,” I say, taking in two houses right on the outskirts of town that have been completely demolished.
“Yeah,” Bennet says, swallowing. “Fuck.”
“Is anyone…did anyone die from this?”
“Don’t know,” he says and then shakes his head. “We don’t know until people report them missing. Usually it’s people who can’t get to shelter in time.”
My eyes are wide as I glance around. “You are never to run into a tornado again, Bennet. I forbid it.”
“I won’t,” he says, reaching out to me and lacing our fingers together, and I feel my heart skip a beat. I know I’m being bossy, but I swear to the gods, him running out into the rain like that almost gave me a heart attack. My organs will not survive it if he does that again. Not that I’ll be here with him if another tornado touches down. That’s not what this is between us.
I glance down at our locked hands and roll my lips between my teeth.
I don’t really know what this is, to be honest. It’s not just work…it’s something more.
I knew it would be. I just fucking knew it would be like this.
“It doesn’t look so bad,” Bennet says as we cruise down the main street. Everything looks intact, which must be a relief for the residents. Fuck, imagine your whole life being blown apart like this. How do you even start over?
There are barbecue grills and chairs scattered all over the sidewalks. But he’s right. I didn’t see anything near the amount of destruction I’ve seen on the news. It really does look like it was a super windy day.
Blowing shit all over the place.
“This could have been so, so bad,” I say, my nose practically pressed to the window.
“Yeah, we got super lucky it seems.”
We drive around for a little bit longer and then turn the truck around and head back home. When we get there, Kristy looks grim. If I’d just met her I’d be worried that she’s angry, but after spending time with her, I know now that she just has a resting bitch face, and that deep down, she is a big marshmallow.
We’re similar in that way, I think. We’re scared to let people in.
There’s a reason for that. It makes us vulnerable and weak. And I hate being fucking weak.
“Bennet,” she says, moving toward him and pulling him into a tight hug. “You okay?”
She leans back, her eyes roving over him, looking concerned. Bennet looks slightly confused at her reaction, but then again, I’d be concerned too. Kristy probably knows that Bennet likes to run into tornados. I bet this wasn’t the first time.
“Yeah. We’re fine. It doesn’t look like it was too bad. How about your house? We didn’t get a chance to drive past it.”
“We’re fine.” She waves him off easily. Unconcerned.
Kansans, I swear.
“Good.”
Bennet bobs his head and shifts on his feet, and my eyeballs roll. Because this is about as much as these two talk. I can’t really describe their dynamic. It’s so fascinating. It’s less like Kristy is his sister and more like she’s another mother to him. One that scolds and doesn’t really approve, but still loves him.
