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“Not likely. You just did a really good job of scratching my itch. I probably won’t need you again for another year. Maybe never if I keep a fresh supply of batteries and find a replacement first. Heck, maybe I’ll give Zeke another go,” she announces and then moves away from the fridge.
“You try it and you’ll regret it, Junie,” I warn her.
“I can’t regret it more than the fact I just gave into you. Our song has been sung, Sheriff. It’s over now.”
“Not on your life, Baby.”
“I’ll let you fill up the coolers on your own. I suddenly have a giant headache,” she mumbles walking away.
That seems to be a familiar refrain. It seems Juniper Sellers is always walking away from me. Somehow, I got to find a way to stop that.
Junie
I’m so fucking stupid. I flop down on my bed, covering my face up with both hands. I can’t believe I did that.
In my brother’s garage! With the door opened!
Christ. What would I have done if Joshua and his buddies had found us? Or Gavin?
Yikes.
I lose my head around Ben. There’s no other way to say it. I practically ran away too, which I hate. It screams of weakness, but there was no way I could act normal with Ben around after what just happened. I begged out with a migraine. Luna and Gavin both looked at me strange, but they didn’t push the issue. I was gone before Ben ever came back out of the garage. I know Big Brother will have some questions, and they will be questions that I have no intention of ever answering.
Eventually I stretch and as I lock down the embarrassment, the shame, and the disbelief of what I just did, I also admit that it felt fucking amazing. I stretch like a cat, and barely contain my purring. It could definitely be said that Sheriff Kingston knows how to use his fingers… and Lord have mercy, that dirty talking mouth of his.
Still, I’ve been burned so many times I have permanent scars. It’s not wise letting Ben in to hurt me again.
And he could.
I talk a good game, but the truth is my relationship with Shred left me in tatters. I’m just now starting to see daylight, and I know that has a lot to do with the counseling I’m still receiving. It began because of the kidnapping, but my troubles went a lot deeper than that. If Ben knew how messed up in the head I was, he’d probably take off running in the opposite direction. That’s probably a good reason to tell him about it, but something stops me. Sadly, I know what that something is…
I like him.
Maybe as much or more than I did before. Probably more, because Ben is coming on stronger and I like it. He makes me feel… special. Hell, maybe even beautiful.
I jerk when my phone buzzes from the nightstand where I put it when I got home.
I miss you.
I smileat the text from Ben. I never took his number out of my contacts. Apparently, he kept mine too. That information shouldn’t make me feel as good as it does.
I stare at the message a little longer, wondering if it would be smart to reply.
Ben:
How’s that itch? Do you want me to come over and scratch it?
I giggle, looking up at the ceiling. I’m really in trouble with this guy. I bring my phone up to reply.
Me:
I’m good. Don’t you need to go eat a hamburger or something?
I hit send and wait. I also do it while I’m grinning, because I know whatever Ben says next will make me laugh and maybe that’s one of the reasons I like him so much. I never had much laughter in my life.
Ben:
I’d rather be eating you.
