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“Can I put my hand on your knee?”
“No, never, I won’t have it,” I reply and set his hand on my knee. “What if I go wild and hump you?”
Walla Walla throws his head back and laughs for a really long time while he cradles an edible.
“We’re going to play the first ‘Transformers’ movie you love so much,” he says once he stops laughing. “You’ll chill right here with me. No one will bother us. If you get weird or scared or horny, I’ll protect you. Do you trust me?”
“I do,” I reply and take the edible. “I’m also relieved to be stoned during a ‘Transformers’ movie.”
Walla Walla grins. “They’re not that bad. Just expect junk, and you’ll be pleasantly surprised to be right.”
After eating the edible, I scoot closer to Walla Walla. The movie is pretty much what I expect. I wait to feel “stoned,” but Walla Walla warns edibles can take a while for me to feel any effects.
At some point, I stop looking at the TV and stare at Walla Walla. His gaze remains forward, but I catch him smirking at my attention.
“I’m worried I only want you because you’re beautiful,” I babble before blinking and wondering if I make sense.
“Lots of men are attractive. Would you watch ‘Transformers’ with them?”
“No,” I whisper and get on my knees and pet his head. “No one else.”
“Then, it’s not my looks.”
“Is the only reason you like me because you’re curious about the freckles in my private area?”
“I don’t want to burst your ginger bubble, but I’ve seen plenty of freckles.”
“Then, how come you like mine so much?”
“Because they’re yours, Austen.”
“That makes no sense,” I say and scratch under his chin like he’s a good kitty. “I’m no one special. I can’t even tap-dance or knit.”
Walla Walla smiles at me. “I think your edible kicked in.”
“No, I feel like myself. I’m nervous about everything. I don’t know what to say. I feel bad about my dad dying. I want my mom to move here, so she can tell me what to do. I think I hurt Coco by encouraging her with Goose. I’m a big loser who can’t even let a beautiful man touch her.”
Walla Walla chuckles before kissing my lips. I moan in his mouth, feeling overheated and lightheaded.
“Austen,” he says and removes his lips from mine, “you’re on my lap.”
“I’m sorry,” I reply and kiss him again.
Walla Walla groans at the feel of my body grinding against his. He wraps his hands around my hips and holds me still.
“Austen, this isn’t how you’d be if you weren’t stoned. I think you should sit your sweet ass back on the couch.”
“I miss my horses,” I blurt out. “I used to ride all day. When it rained, I would listen to music with the horses in the stables. They were these beautiful, powerful creatures who let me close.”
Crying now, I think about the last time I enjoyed riding them. Before the attack, Hunter and I rode for most of the day. She was never in love with horses like me, but we had so much fun together during our last summer in Canary Basin. That night ruined everything.
“I tried riding when I got home, but I had a panic attack every time. That’s why I’ve only walked with them for the last dozen years.”
“When was the last time you tried?” Walla Walla asks as his fingers trace my face.
“I tried again after I’d gone through some therapy. I missed riding so much. But I had such a bad panic attack. I even fainted. Afterward, I was too scared to try again. Every panic attack ruins my confidence, and I feel like I need to start over from scratch.”
Walla Walla slides his fingers into my hair. I feel held and seen in a way I normally wouldn’t. I like to hide in plain sight. Coco usually makes that easy for me. She’s so confident and gorgeous, everyone naturally focuses on her.
