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Her eyes twinkled, with a laugh, “Excuse me? You’re the one who cut in front of me,” she laughed, “I do, however, might theoretically, owe you $6.50; my coffee was only $3.50.”
With that, she turned her back from me and walked sassily to the bench. Damn, did I say my woman was fine?
Sedona
I owed him coffee?
Yeah, right.
He looked so happy to see me. I missed him. We talked every day, but it was different.
He must have really smelled; otherwise, he would have stolen a hug or a kiss already. He even cringed when he lifted his shirt as if to emphasize that he really stunk.
Unbelievable.
He was the line-cutter.
I wasn’t mad at him,anymore. He did pay for my coffee. Still, I should let him pay for cutting in line.
Fair was fair.
All thoughts of line-cutting, coffee, and revenge flew across the football field the minute I saw him walk towards me wearing a white shirt, jeans, and a grin. I was instantly cocooned in his arms and he was kissing me hungrily.
My body was putty to his ministrations. God, I missed his smell, his presence.
“Babe, you still want to go to Crabby’s?” he asked.
I lifted my eyes to his. He pulled me to his side as his smirking teammates passed us by. I’ve met most of them by now.
I tilted my head up, mouthed, “No” against his cheek. He just kissed the top of my head and sniffed me.Sniffed?
To John and a bunch of other guys, he called out, “Hey guys, Sedona and I are gonna split. We’re not going to make it to Crabby’s tonight.”
I grinned against the crook of his arm. We definitely needed some alone time tonight.
The guys let out a bunch of hoots and threw out a couple of raunchy jokes. Zander lifted a hand; I had a feeling he was raising a particular finger at them.
He was still chuckling as we walked towards the parking lot, “Did you drive here?” His hands were starting to get sweaty entwined in mine.
“Yeah.”
“You want to go to my place or yours? We can just order take out or something,” his voice was thick. His hands were now traveling up my spine.
I peered at him, “Hey, I still haven’t forgotten that you cut in front of me, in that coffee shop.” He thought he could get away that easily. Think again, Mister.
“I know,” he gave me an apologetic look, “I’m sorry. I was rude. I was really late for finals that day. If I’d known somehow that you were the girl behind me, I’d probably say ‘screw the final’.”
I slapped his arm lightly, “Whatever. You still have to make amends for that.”
We were now standing in front of his car, he propped me against the driver’s side door, lifted my chin and gave me a playful smirk, “I’m at your command, baby. You can give me whatever punishment you want. Tonight.”
My body was under his command. Every. Single. Time.
I reached up to caress his jaw, “Oh, I’m definitely going to make you pay. Now, bring me to my car. I’m parked at 4B. We can continue this at your place.”
His eyes turned a deeper blue, “Yes, ma’am. Your wish is definitely my command.”
The lines blurred on who was actually in command that night, once we were sprawled and sated in his bed. I spent a lot of time exploring his tattoo and the many, many grooves of his body. He definitely paid up.Big time.
