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Fucking hell, I’m going to burst. I’m going to fucking burst.
She swallows and our stare never breaks. Second by second, every inch of my body lights on fire and my palms ache to reach out and touch her, hold her, show her what it’s like to have a man's hands on her skin.
“You guys coming or what? The house is filling up.” Wayne’s head peeks into the kitchen and we both scatter away from each other like dandelions in a strong wind.
“Yeah, coming.” Poppy smooths her clothes down, brushing up against me as she moves, her glance on me as she slides by.
I’m not sure what just happened, or if I can make it happen again, but holy fucking hell, I need more of it.
Chapter Three
Poppy
Christmas music.You either love it or you don’t. I used to love it. Now, I’m not so sure I’ll ever be able to listen to it again.
Jingle Bell Rock… more like fuck my life.
I blow out a heavy breath and stare toward the twinkling lights of the tree as Adam rattles on about the special chocolate he uses in his banana bread. I get it, banana bread is delicious, but I was trying to talk to him about this pin my mom had. It was a sapphire angel that she used when she was saying her prayers. I know it’s in the house somewhere. I’ve been looking for it since she passed like ten years ago now. Christmas always gets me thinking about it again.
I shake my head and attempt to come back to reality. That pin is long gone. Maybe it took my senses with it. Judging by my latest interaction with Bodie, I’d say so. That’s what ruinedJingle Bell Rock.
I’m sure he was playing around, but all I wanted was for him to grab me by the throat and make me his good girl.
That, of course, is a fantasy that is best shared… never.
Though, the way Bodie is staring at me now has me wondering if he’s having the same fantasies. Or more likely, contemplating what a jerk I am. Why did I tell him Adam wasn’t for me? I should’ve kept that to myself. I shouldn’t have brushed up against him on the way out. I was drunk.I am drunk. He knows I’m drunk, right?
Suddenly, my lungs are tight and I’m heaving for air. It’d be nice if the guy next to me noticed, but he’s turned to talking to my aunt about the velocity of wind and how it’s used to propel energy. He is very smart, I’ll give him that.
I draw in another breath, trying to calm myself, but it gets stuck, and instead of air, I suck in spit and choke.Of course, I do.
Adam finally turns toward me. “You okay? You need water?”
“No, she needs air.” Bodie’s deep voice vibrates through me, creating calm. I didn’t even see him walk over here. He glances toward Adam. “Finish your conversation. I’ll take her out.” His big, rough hand lands on my back and he guides me toward the back door. Too bad he doesn’t know he’s the reason I can’t breathe.
I don’t look back to see Adam’s reaction, but I do hear his voice continue on, so I guess he’s okay with all this.
“You alright?” Bodie guides me out the back door. “You’re not acting like yourself.”
My eyes widen as I turn toward him. “I see you watching me! I was starting to think I had something on my face.”
He scoffs. “You should be glad I was watching, or Mr. Talks-a-lot would be shoving water down your throat.”
I stare up toward him, desperately trying not to get lost in the chocolate of his eyes. God knows there’s no search party coming if I do. Nope. If I get lost right now, I’m gone for good. My twelve-step process down the drain.
“Yeah. Well… thanks I guess.”
He huffs out a sigh and tucks his hand into his pocket. I realize he’s in the city all day doing big, city people things, but looking at him here, I’d say he was just as country as the rest of us. “You’ve always got a chip on your shoulder with me,” he says gruffly. “Did I do something?”
My eyes roll. “What?I don’t have a chip on my shoulder. Well… you did take my drink away from me a bit ago.”
“I gave it back, didn’t I?”
“On your terms. Maybe I wanted the bottle.”
“Maybe you did, but you didn’t need it.”
“Right. Just how you knew I needed air and not water. Maybe I wanted Adam to get me water. Maybe all his little facts are growing on me.”
