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“That’s perfect, because I don’t want you to be gentle either.”
“That’s good.” Wyatt wound my legs around his hips so I was straddling him, my boobs pressed against him. “Real good because I want to watch your tits bounce while I fill this cunt.”
My whole body shivered as we tore at each other’s clothes and Wyatt made good on his promise.
* * *
“I wantto tell Penny about us.” Wyatt carefully pushed a strand of my hair across my forehead and tucked it behind my ear. After the entire population of Remington County heard me screaming his name from the front porch, we’d continued our fun inside. Now tucked into his arms on top of his bed, Wyatt looked at me with a tenderness that made little sparkles of energy crackle under my skin.
“Us as in... special friends?”
Wyatt laughed. “I don’t care what you want to call it. I just don’t like being in the same room with you and feeling like I can’t touch you.”
“Oh.” My nerves were getting the best of me. These were the kinds of talks that made things real. Committed.Dangerous.
“Is that okay?” His fingers paused the lazy circles they had been making on my back.
“Yeah, no. Of course. I don’t like the secrets either. I just don’t, you know, want her to be confused is all.”
“Confused?”
“Well, like,Am I the nanny? Am I the personal assistant? Am I the fuck buddy?—not that that’s how you would phrase it. I just... I don’t know. You know what? It’s your kid. You know what’s best!” The fake cheeriness I tried to infuse in my words was hollow.
Wyatt saw right through it. “I was going to tell her that we were dating so that if I held your hand or kissed you, it wouldn’t be a surprise.”
“Yes. Great. That’s better.” Embarrassment stained my cheeks. Wyatt was being so sweet, and I’d made it awkward and uncomfortable.
I looked at the clock on the wall and found my exit strategy. “Oh shit. You know what? I have the Bluebirds tonight and haven’t even made something to bring to the book club. I should go.”
I untangled myself from Wyatt and gathered my clothes in my arms. I slipped on my underwear and jean shorts before pulling on my shirt. In two swift steps, I pressed a quick kiss on his lips before he could even get out of bed. I practically ran through his house and up to my apartment.
Way to go, Lark. That was handled spectacularly.
I groaned in frustration and looked out my kitchen window, down at the farmhouse. My heart pounded as I considered Wyatt saying that we were dating.
Were we dating? When did that happen?
As someone who had moved from town to town without a care, the idea ofdating—being committed, making promises, expectations—felt big. Real.
I wanted it, especially with Wyatt, but I also knew that kind of love was for other people. Lucky girls who weren’t cursed at Renaissance festivals. My sad string of unfulfilling relationships proved that it never lasted.
My phone buzzed in my pocket. When I saw the text from Wyatt, I laughed in relief.
Wyatt
I’m going to try really hard to not take your graceful exit personally.
You mean that time you said we were dating and then I immediately bolted? Definitely not related.
Wyatt
Well that’s a relief. Have fun at book club.
Thanks.
Wyatt
Oh, and on the off chance you are Words of Affirmation—you make our lives better. I care about you.
