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Our house comes into view, and Uncle Davey sprints the rest of the way, not waiting for me to catch up before he opens the front door. I close the door behind me and go into the kitchen for some water. He isn’t there. I look around the corner to see if he’s in the hallway; he isn’t. Where did he go? I finish up my water and head upstairs to get ready for the day.
Uncle Davey is in the bathroom, so I wait in my room. When I hear the bathroom door open, I jump.
“Hey, Uncle Davey. Is everything okay?”
He finally looks at me and says, “Yeah, everything is fine. Have a good day.” Then he walks down the stairs, grabs his things from the couch, and walks out the front door.
No Bug. No sweetheart. No hug or goodbye, either.
* * *
The day could not go by fast enough. Each class seems to drag on; and honestly, I have no idea what happens in any of these classes today. Uncle Davey’s not leaving my mind alone. All-day, I keep wondering if maybe something’s going on at work. Or maybe he’s still mad at me for crashing his date. He didn’t seem to be mad. But he wouldn’t look at me, hardly even talked to me this morning. Hopefully, he’ll talk to me at dinner tonight.
We are at the dinner table tonight, and it’s like nothing weird had happened between me and Uncle Davey. I even pushed a topic for the debate tonight; the one thing I paid attention to in class today: micro-managers in the workplace. I know Uncle Davey hates micro-managers. That’s why he never is one. So I wanted to see how much I could egg him on. It worked pretty well, and the rest of the night went as usual. However, I can’t help but feel Uncle Davey’s putting on a show.
Later that night, I go to sleep, wondering what my next steps will be. I let out a huge sigh, knowing tomorrow is a new day.
Chapter Twelve
DAVID
The next few days go by awkwardly. Every time I see Skylar, my Bug, I feel the fireworks lighting up inside me. It feels wrong, so forbidden and sickening. I can’t control my thoughts. I see her everywhere I go.
She’s in the passenger side of my car. She’s running beside me. She’s sitting on the couch reading her book. She’s sitting at the same dinner table. Skylar’s invading my mind.
The worst part of it was that I would think of her every night as I lay in bed. I would tell myself to think of anything but her. I would go over my day, start to finish, but my brain has a mind of its own and keeps drifting to Skylar. What I see more, though, is her naked body on top of mine or underneath me. Her curves are going to be my ruin. I want to kiss those plump lips, look into her fuck-me eyes, and tell her how beautiful she is. I want to watch her come. I want to hear her yell my name as I’m pounding into her.
But I am still pissed she followed me to the club. She ruined my chance with Julie. The next day after the incident, I tried to call Julie back. Based on what I knew about her, she wasn’t too giving in to the second chance department. I tried my luck anyway. No dice. She didn’t want to hear about how I needed to leave to take care of someone. I left her there stranded, and it wasn’t fair to her. And she was right. It wasn’t fair to her. But goddamn, Skylar.
See, everything keeps coming back to Skylar. It’s her company I enjoy; it’s her conversations I look forward to. It’s the sound of her footsteps in sync with me on our runs, and it’s the way she never judges or criticizes me. The way her eyes sparkle and the way she’s so passionate about the things she enjoys. I need a woman like that — a woman who will stand behind me when I need strength. A woman who will cheer me on when I need courage and who will proudly stand beside me as a partner. I need Sky.
Wait, I need her? No. She’s too young. What the fuck. James would kill me! This is so wrong. How can someone so forbidden be so appealing? She oozes confidence more than anyone her age does. She’s wise beyond her years, and she knows it. I mean, with Jessica as her mother, the apple doesn’t fall from the tree.
I tried to avoid her as much as I could. I know she feels something toward me. Her gaze would linger on me a little longer than normal. She’d find ways to touch my arm in the flirty way she does. And damn, she looks good. Every morning we run, she doesn’t wear the shirt that covers her body. Her head is held high, and she doesn’t care. It’s those times that my cock hardens. It’s those times that I feel so sick by what I’m feeling. My head and my heart are at war. I need to get out of here. I’m not that person. No amount of showers will help me feel better.
My Bug is persistent. When she wants something, she won’t stop until she gets it. And that something is me. I’m almost certain Skylar wants me. We are a dangerous combination, combustible at any moment. There’s no way. I’m her uncle, her dad is my best friend. I can’t jeopardize that. I won’t.
I keep avoiding Bug, even though it’s hurting her. What I need to do next will hurt her so much, and that will never be my intention.
* * *
Boxes start piling up in the living room. It’s been two weeks since I ran into Bug in the club. It’s been two weeks since I jerked off and moaned her name. It’s been two weeks of pure hell — looking at her, talking to her, sitting next to her, all the while knowing I can’t have her, yet wishing I could sweep her into my arms and kiss her. There is no right in this. She’s young. She keeps giving me flirty glances but also tries to keep her distance because I keep blowing her off. I’ve tried to do all I can to show her I’m not interested. I’ve been ignoring her at certain times and not being my usual self. I’ve tried not to be alone with her in the same room.
This is what’s right.
I need to put space between us.
She takes the news of me moving out pretty hard. My heart feels broken in two because of the look on her face. She is devastated. My poor Bug; her eyes don’t sparkle anymore. She starts sleeping in during the mornings, and I continue our runs without her. Every morning when I come back from my run, she’s gone for the day.
We need space.
But I am missing her witty banter, missing her smile, and missing the way the room instantly feels lighter when she’s around. And it pains me so much.
Moving day comes before I know it. Skylar’s nowhere to be seen; she doesn’t want to say goodbye. I’ll still see her, though. I’m her uncle and her dad’s best friend, after all. I’m not going anywhere, just moving out. For the better.
I am finally finished with packing and loading my luggage into the uHaul. Walking back into the house, I call out for her, “Bug?”
Silence.
