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I’m jamming along to one of my favorite songs in the second room, using the mop handle as a microphone, when my impromptu dance takes me into a spin.
I scream louder than necessary, I’m sure, at the sight of Emmett in the doorway, leaning against the frame with a wide grin on his face.
I rip one of the earbuds from my ear to stop the music, my chest heaving from my energetic cleaning.
“Do you need some help in here?”
I shake my head. “I’m earning my keep.”
His eyes lock on my mouth as I speak. Some of the boys in high school would do that. The ones with manners would eventually look away. The disgusting ones would make suggestions on what a girl’s mouth was good for.
I swallow, wondering if I’d be offended if he made the same suggestions.
“Is that something guys never grow out of?”
“What’s that?” he asks, his tongue tucking into the corner of his mouth, his eyes still locked on mine.
“Watching a woman’s mouth while she speaks?”
His eyes dart up to mine, making me believe he was doing it more out of instinct than conscious thought.
“The boys at school at least had the balls to say something about it rather than staring like a creep.”
“Teenage boys are young, dumb, and full of cum, Devyn. They only have one thing on their minds.”
“And it’s not the same thing you have on yours right now?” I challenge, my great mood giving me more bravery than I’d normally have, as I drop my eyes to the front of his jeans. It leaves me wondering if he got aroused watching me dance around like an idiot or if that’s just his unaroused bulge. Either way, it seems impressive.
I want to squeal in feminine victory when he shifts his weight from one foot to the other.
He clears his throat, pulling my eyes back up to his.
“Maybe I’m wrong about your attraction to me.”
“You’re not wrong,” he says, shocking the hell out of me. “It’s wrong. The attraction that is,” he adds, stepping further into the room. “Vaughn wouldn’t approve. I’m too old for you.”
“I think that’s a matter of opinion,” I say, a hint of something I don’t fully understand in my voice.
“I was there the day your parents brought you home from the hospital. It’s weird.”
“Wow,” I mutter, turning to dip the mop back into the bucket of cleaning solution. “Shit, I get it. Don’t have to call me weird.”
“I said my attraction to you is weird. It makes me feel weird,” he clarifies.
“And you making a big deal about our age difference makes it sound like you disapprove. You weren’t there while I was growing up. I don’t have daddy issues.” That may not be completely true. I have a lot of issues with my parents, the biggest being that they acted as if losing one child meant they forfeited me too. “I think if we’re attracted to each other, we should date and see where it goes. But if your hangups are that big then that’s fine, too. Just stop watching me like you want a taste. It messes with my head.”
“Want a taste,” he mutters, and I can tell by the way he says it, it’s for his benefit, not mine. “It’s inappropriate and can never happen.”
“I’m not a virgin,” I say, turning around to face him. He once again has to snap his eyes up from my legs to my face. “But maybe you already guessed that. Is that why you aren’t interested? Are you into innocent virgins, Emmett?”
I know getting an attitude and taunting him probably isn’t the best way to get what I want, but I can’t seem to stop the words from tumbling out of my mouth.
Instead of sticking around to argue, he shakes his head and walks away.
I pop my ear bud back in. This time when the music takes over, I add a little extra sway to my hips just in case he stops back by.
Chapter 16
Legacy
I thought walking away after what she said was the best plan. I had no intention of spending the night tossing and turning because each step that carried me away from her felt like the wrong decision.
I’m in a horrible mood as I climb out of the shower. The soft towel feels like a scouring pad on my skin, and ignoring my cock while I was bathing has now become an apparent wrong choice. Something I seem to be a fan of these days.
I shove my legs into jeans, still pissed, but I’m a grown-ass man. I’ve got bigger issues to worry about if I allow myself to be controlled by an erection. I couldn’t jack off without her flashing into my mind, and she was right. I either need to take a step forward or leave her the fuck alone. This limbo sucks for both of us, and admitting I was attracted to her doesn’t solve a damn thing. Gripping my cock in my hand in the shower is the equivalent of someone declining dessert at dinner with friends, claiming they’re on a diet, only to binge eat an entire cheesecake when they get home. Doing it under the cover of darkness with no witnesses doesn’t make it okay either.
