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It is as if I can feel the world spinning all around me.
“Sorry,” I mutter, staring at the blue-eyed stranger. His hair is the color of chestnuts, smooth, straight, and a little on the longer side. I desperately want to run my fingers through it.
My heart skips a beat as his hands brush against mine.
“No, it was my fault. I didn’t mean to startle you.” His voice drips honey, and I can feel the heat in my cheeks, as well as… elsewhere.
“I’m fine,” I wish my voice dripped with anything other than embarrassment and nervousness. His eyes bore into mine, and my breath hitches as the store fades. I couldn’t drop his stare even if I wanted to.
Slowly he reaches a hand toward me, toward my face, like he will caress my cheek or brush my lips with his thumb. A pulse surges through my body and something snaps in my brain as I stare into this man. It travels down into my heart, giving me a sense of yearning. Lastly, a wave of desire settles in my core. My arousal heightens, and the wetness in my underwear is more evident than before. I am spellbound by this man.
His nostrils flare for just a moment, and as his hand grows closer to my skin, I want nothing more than for him to take me in his arms and-
“What the FUCK!”
And the moment is gone.
Spencer is behind me, face red with rage. “What the hell is going on here, Wren?”
I am speechless, and nothing is going on. Sure, I had gotten lost in the eyes of a stranger, a six-foot-something godlike creature of a stranger, but it’s not like he caught us with our tongues in each other’s mouths.
“Spence, I-” I take a step toward him, and he takes one back.
“I didn’t come all the way out to this god-forsaken hell hole to watch my girl eye fuck some townie! Jesus, Wren. Drag me out here and pull this shit? I’m going home.” He turns on his heel and rushes toward the front door. Shock freezes me to the spot momentarily, and I am only released by the soft sound of a bell jingling.
“Sorry,” I mutter to the stranger, thrusting the box back at him. Moving to take off after my boyfriend, a spike of adrenaline spikes through me when long thick fingers lace around my wrist. I turn back to my stranger, my heart pounding as his eyes see right through me.
“Stay with me,” he breathes. A weight behind his words tickles at the back of my mind.
I want to listen.
I want to stay here and get lost in those eyes.
In his fiery touch.
An engine roars to life in the parking lot. Blinking away from the fog of this fantasy coming to life, I pull myself from the man. His sure grip loosens when I try to leave it, thank God. If my stranger insisted I stay, would I have the mental strength to leave his side?
I doubt it.
Running for the door and using my weight to push against its heavy metal, I hear tinging sounds as a spray of gravel pebbles the cars in the lot. Spencer is whipping the car from the parking space, uncaring about damaging other people’s property. His dark eyes pour into mine, even from here. Rage and hatred are seated there, and a knot begins to form in my stomach. Somewhere in the distance, thunder claps.
“Spencer!” I yell, hoping he can hear me. Finally, outside, I launch myself at the hood. “Spencer, wait!”
He lowers his window. “What are you doing?”
“Let me in!”
Jaw clenching and with a look of disgust on his face, “Don’t you want to go home with your new boyfriend?” I can hear the venom in his voice.
“Don’t be like this, Spence. It wasn’t anything.” He rolls his eyes. “You can’t just leave me out in the middle of nowhere!” The hot stinging of tears pricks at my eyes. Then, I hear the distinct clicking sound of the locks disengaging.
A sob escapes as the first raindrops fall from the rolling clouds above. I get in the car and buckle up, just in time for Spencer to finish backing out, kicking up even more gravel. Sparing a final glance at the store, I see my stranger walk out with something in his hands.
“My bag!” I cry as we whip out of the parking lot. “Spencer, stop. I left my bag.” It had been in the cart, and he hadn’t grabbed it.
“Fuck your bag, Wren. What the hell was going on back there?” He is heading down the mountain to Callery. He is going home, just like he said he was. I ruined our trip, and I can’t explain why. He doesn’t even care about our things back at the cabin.
I am going to pay for this, I know it.
