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“I’ve been doing math problems in my head since the day I met you, so every time I was with you, I wouldn’t strip you naked and fuck you like an animal. Oooh, like that Nine Inch Nails song you play when you paint! That’s a good song…,” he trails off, lost in thought, and I try really hard not to laugh as he continues his rambling. “But I fucked you like an animal like Trent Reznor told me to anyway. And Ikeepdoing that. You should have candles, and flowers, and romance.”
“I don’t need any of that bullshit,” I reassure him, running my hand through his hair, my heart tripping in my chest when he lets out a happy moan and nuzzles his cheek into my hand. “I just need…”
You.
But I don’t tell him that. He’s too high and will never remember, and it’s probably too soon for declarations of love, when I don’t even know if he’s still going to want anything to do with me a week or even a month from now. Once the excitement wears off and he realizes it doesn’t make sense for a nerd and a nut job to fall in love.
Even if it makes perfect sense tome.
“My chest hurts every time I look at you, and I keep thinking if I fuck you hard enough it will go away, but it doesn’t, and I don’t even know why you like me, but I think I lo—”
“Ryan Theodore Hutton, what in the hell are you doing?”
Every warm, fuzzy feeling I was currently experiencing, holding my breath for Ryan to finish that sentence, turns into a cold block of ice in my chest at the loud, booming voice behind us.
“Oh shit, the jig is up!” Ryan’s hands quickly drop from cupping my ass and gripping the back of my neck, and I awkwardly slip down the front of him and put my feet back in the sand.
Standing right in front of us is an older and just as handsome version of Ryan, wearing khakis and a white button-down, with closely cropped and perfectly styled gray hair, crow’s feet around his eyes, and laugh lines around his mouth.
Unfortunately, he’s definitely not laughing now.
I’ve seen pictures of Mr. Hutton in Ryan’s house, and Ryan has told me plenty of stories about the man and how supportive and kind he is. We’ve also talked a few more times about how Ryan doesn’t want to take his place as mayor, and it breaks my heart for him that he doesn’t know how to find his voice with the man who obviously loves him and cares for him a great deal. I know Ryan has cancelled the last couple of Sunday dinners at his father’s home, reassuring me that it was no big deal and that he just didn’t want to spend a minute away from me. I also know I should have encouraged Ryan to go to these dinners and at least give the man a heads-up about the two of us, even if it isn’t serious or doesn’t last.
Meeting my…whatever’sfather for the first time while Ryan is standing out on a beach in nothing but his boxers, and I was just draped all around him with Ryan’s hand on my ass while he talked about fucking me, isn’t exactly the way I imagined it would go in my head.
“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Hutton. Ryan has told me—”
“Ryan!” he bellows, cutting me off and ignoring my outstretched hand. “Why are you naked in public?”
“I’m not naked. But I could certainlygetnaked if—”
“Nope!” I quickly smack Ryan’s hands away from the waistband of his boxers when he hooks his thumbs into them and starts to tug them down, giving Ryan’s dad an awkward smile and a nervous laugh. “Sorry about this. I was trying—”
“Oh, I’ve heard all about what you’ve beentryingwith my son the last few weeks,” he mutters, the quick flicker of his angry eyes over to me before going right back to Ryan making me feel about an inch tall.
I don’t let it get to me though, and I take a deep breath and square my shoulders as I quickly run and scoop up Ryan’s pants from the sand, shake them out, and make him finally put them back on. I can completely understand the man’s anger. Ryan has been the perfect son his entire life, and now it seems like he’s gone insane and is acting completely out of character, and the only thing different in his life isme. Of course I’m going to be the one he blames.
“I told Chad to choke on a dick!” Ryan announces happily, his filter clearly never coming back until he’s sober again, as I grab onto one of his arms when he sways a little in the sand. “I feel spinny.”
“Oh shit,” I mutter, really hoping he doesn’t throw up right now.
“Oh my God… are you…? Are youhigh?” Mr. Hutton takes a step closer and stares deeply into Ryan’s glassy, blood-shot eyes, and Ryan just leans in and stares right back.
“I don’t know, am I? Are you high? Are we high? Is theworldhigh?”
“Jesus—”
“Christ!” Ryan shouts excitedly, pulling his face back and finishing the curse for his father.
“Wait… you told off Chad Samuels?” Mr. Hutton suddenly asks, some of his anger being put on hold momentarily. “The one who taped the sign to your back junior year?”
“You should really eat a pot cookie and calm down.” Ryan nods as I close my eyes and shake my head, wondering if this situation could possibly get any worse. Mr. Hutton’s anger starts to grow again after that little pause, and his sonreallydoesn’t help matters.
“Where the heck is my shirt?” Ryan mutters, turning around in a circle and completely forgetting he tossed it out into the ocean at some point this evening.
“Is that a tattoo?” Mr. Hutton bellows, his eyes so wide staring at the back of Ryan’s shoulder when he turns that I’m surprised they don’t pop out of his head.
“It’s fine. I promise. I know this doesn’t look good or sound good, but he’s okay. He’s still the same, sweet Ryan you know and love,” I reassure the man as I grab Ryan’s arm again when he stumbles in the sand and mumbles about the ride he’s on is spinning too fast. “He’s just letting off some steam and having a little fun.”
