His Fractured Girl (“HIS” #4)

Chapter 10

10

Travis

“ D id you get enough to eat, babe?”

She swallows down her bite of bacon, nodding. “Yes. Thank you. Breakfast for me is usually a bagel, so pancakes were a real treat.”

I lean across the counter, kissing her nose. Waking up with her wrapped in my arms was a treat for me. “Well, anytime you want to stay the night, you’ll get a full home-cooked meal.” I’m aiming to tempt her into my bed again tonight.

“Mmm… You better be careful what you’re offering. Before you know it, I’ll be moving in.”

I wouldn’t be opposed to the idea. Getting to wake her up with my tongue every morning is definitely something I could get used to. God, her pussy purred for me so sweetly. And when she returned the favor… All I can say is her mouth is another one of her hidden talents. Her tongue is like a secret weapon. She could ask anything of me while she’s giving me head and my answer would be yes.

“I’ll be sure to cook waffles for you tomorrow then.” I wink.

She leans in closer, pressing her lips to mine and I savor every lick of her sweetness. She tastes like syrup and sex, and it makes me want to carry her back to my room and go another round. But as much as I want to keep her locked in my bed all day and play with her body until she’s exhausted, she has classes to get to. And knowing her, I don’t think she’ll skip.

“Are you asking me to spend the night again tonight?” she asks as she slips her tongue away from me. God, I could kiss her all day.

“I think you should. In case those bullies start chasing you in your sleep again, I can be there to protect you. By the way, who’s Maddock, babe?” She kept calling his name in her sleep. I was going to ask her about it last night, but then she distracted me with her magical little tongue, swallowing all my thoughts away as she took me all the way down the back of her throat, constricting the cum right out of my dick.

When her shoulders tense at the mention of his name, the breakfast in my stomach churns. The look on her face has me worried there’s an ex in the picture whom she still has feelings for. It’s the one thing we really haven’t discussed yet: our past relationships. There’s not much to say on my end, because no one ever made it past a few months before their true colors showed through, but I’m not sure I can say the same for Sophie. She said she was broken. She could’ve been insinuating that her heart was broken. And I can’t forget about the part of her being anti football players. I wonder if this Maddock guy was one.

“Why do you ask?” And that right there has me worried. She’s evading the question.

“Because you were calling for him in your sleep.”

“It was just a dream.” She shrugs, but with that worried look shadowing her features, I’m not buying it.

“I know it was a dream, but who is he?”

“Just a guy I went to school with.”

“A guy you liked?”

“No!” she practically shouts. “I did not like him.” It didn’t sound that way in her sleep. It sounded like she wanted him to forgive her for something. There’s something she’s not telling me and I don’t understand why. But I need to know. I’m in deep with my feelings here, and I don’t want to find out that I’m falling for a girl whose heart belongs to someone else. “Would you mind taking me home now? I really need to get ready for my class so I’m not late.”

Those pancakes in my stomach are now turning into a batter of dread. She clearly doesn’t want to talk about him. And now I feel like this perfect relationship has just been fractured. She’s hiding something, and that’s a bad fucking sign.

The silence lingered the entire drive back to her place, and by the time I dropped her off, it felt like there was an island of distance between us. When I kissed her goodbye, I felt it in the way she rushed to get away from me. I’m not sure what the fuck is going on, but I know one person who may know.

When I get back to my house, I find just the person I’m looking for rummaging through the pantry, looking for her favorite cereal. Lukas shoved it on the top shelf for her so no one would eat it. I walk in and reach for it, handing it over.

“Who’s Maddock?” I ask.

Torrin’s eyes shoot up to me, the thanks dying on her tongue. It’s almost the same reaction Sophie gave me. There’s definitely more to this guy than the fact that they were high school classmates.

“Why are you asking, Travis?”

“Because she was calling for him in her sleep.”

Her shoulders tense even more. “She had a dream, didn’t she?” I nod. “Look, it’s not what you think, Travis.” What I think is that there’s some guy that my girl is still in love with and no one wants to tell me otherwise.

“Did she have a relationship with him?”

“Please, Travis.” She shakes her head, pleading with me to drop it, but I can’t. “She’s my best friend and I don’t want to break her trust in me. Just ask her about it.”

“I did. And she didn’t tell me anything.” Then she gave me the silent treatment the entire way back to her place.

“Then maybe she needs more time.”

“More time for what?” To work through her feelings? To get over him? What exactly does she need more time for?

“To trust you. You’ve been dating for all of three days. It took us talking for the entire summer and then moving in together before she told me about her past.”

Fine. Point taken. I can accept that things just started between us, but with how rapid my feelings are growing, it feels like we’re on an accelerated track here. I don’t want Sophie holding things back and keeping secrets from me. I want to know everything, especially if we’re working toward a future together. At least, that’s what I’m working towards.

But if I push too fast, I might just push her away. Right back into the arms of this Maddock, and that’s the last thing I’m aiming to do. I can see myself with this girl. All the way to the end of life’s road.

“Just tell me this, Torre. Does she still have feelings for someone else?”

“No.” She shakes her head, looking like the idea of that is unfathomable, and finally the tightness in my gut loosens up a bit. “Believe me, Travis. You aren’t competing with anyone else. But, yes, he left scars. Just please be patient with her. I know she’ll come around.”

I hope Torrin’s right. I thought with the way things were that I’d already earned Sophie’s trust, but it looks like I have to work harder. I pull out my phone and shoot my girl a text. I’m going to plan something special for her tonight. Make her a quiet dinner in, just the two of us. No distractions so we can talk.

Me: Hey, baby. Are you free at seven?

Sophie: I just realized how behind I am on everything with school. I’ve been having so much fun, but I can’t let my grades slip. Rain check?

I look up from my phone, feeling like I’ve been sucker punched right below the belt. She’s running. But I’m not gonna let her go that easily.

“Hey, Torre. I have a favor to ask.”