Chapter 16 #2
Callie walked out through the garage door, leaving Laura all alone in the kitchen.
I took the opportunity to get up from the couch in search of a glass of water.
I found her standing at the counter, her back to me as she wrestled with the top of a frozen dinner meal.
She didn’t turn or even acknowledge me, so I reached around her and grabbed the dinner meal from her and took my knife out to slice through it.
“I was perfectly capable of doing that.”
Smirking at her, I caged her in against the counter. Her blue eyes lit up with the afternoon light, her face flushing just the slightest bit. My hand suddenly traveled to her stomach, just because I wanted to skim it, touch it. See if she would respond for me like she had before.
She responded alright, but it was with a push at my chest.
“You made yourself clear back at the house. I’m good.”
She moved to the sink, and I grabbed her hand and spun her around.
“I’m not. I don’t want you to see other members while you’re here.”
She didn’t pull away, but her glare was enough to have my confidence waning.
Drawing closer, she was practically right in front of me when she whispered, “then maybe I need to leave.”
That took the air out of my lungs, like a sucker punch to the stomach. I searched her face, a million words on the tip of my tongue, none of which I’d ever say out loud. Until finally one word cleared the fog, just one.
Stay.
And my mouth parted right as Callie came through the door. I moved away from Laura and walked back to my spot on the couch. All the while hating the feeling in my gut that she was going to leave.
…But why did my stupid heart kickstart at the idea of her abandonment?
Later that night, I had stolen Laura’s phone number.
I wasn’t proud of it, but I also wasn’t sorry.
The entire night I thought over our encounter in the house, the only place I never took anyone.
The place I was most ashamed of. Being with Laura was like having the chance to be the one thing I was afraid of being with anyone.
I could be honest, vulnerable and it didn’t matter because she wasn’t staying.
But for some reason, she was stuck in my head.
So when Wes came back and carried Callie upstairs, I decided to text her. I knew she was asleep, but I had to make sure she had this on her phone the second she woke up.
Wes: what if I don’t want you to go?
I did though. I knew I did. This thing I felt would pass. She was just a pair of tits, and a fucking fantastic piece of ass. It was just physical.
I set my phone down, and walked around my house. Made a sandwich and then returned to the couch where a new text waited for me.
Laura: aren’t you supposed to be with the twins tonight?
With a smile, I texted her a picture of my sandwich.
Laura: My god that’s a lot of mustard. Did you even add mayo?
Me: Of course I did, on one side like a normal person, the other side is mustard.
Laura: So you add mayo to only one side of the bread, and only mustard to the other?
Taking another big bite of my sandwich, I chewed while responding.
Me: yes…that’s perfectly normal.
There were a few minutes until she replied again, and a GIF of a monster came through.
I laughed, nearly choking on my food.
Laura: Seriously though, you’re so weird. That is not normal at all. What happened with the twins? Bet you at least one of them could have prepared you a better sandwich than that.
Me: I was lying about the twins, okay?
Laura waited before responding again, forcing me to fidget, which resulted in me cleaning. Once the floor was spotless, and the kitchen was perfect, I tugged my shirt free, and settled back into the couch.
Suddenly a FaceTime request came in from Laura, making my stomach flip.
I answered, and the small side lamp illuminated her face. She was stunning.
“You have mustard on your face. That was the only reason I called, had to see…k goodnight.”
“No, you don’t, you better wait.” I laughed, while swiping at my jaw.
She smiled while digging deeper into the covers.
“Can’t sleep?”
She shook her head then looked up at the ceiling.
“Sort of wish I had packed earplugs.”
I gave her a sympathetic wince.
“They fucking or fighting?”
She let out a sigh and turned on her back, the camera going with her, but now the swells of her breasts were visible. I tried not to look, but fuck she was perfect and it was late, and I was hard.
“A little of both.”
“Sounds hot,” I joked, now stroking my cock.
Her brows dipped into the center of her forehead. “Why did you lie about the twins?”
I didn’t want to explain it, but my mouth opened regardless.
“Things felt like they were getting serious…wanted to make sure you understood I just wanted some fun.”
“Then why text me tonight?”
My face warmed, the flush invading my neck and chest. She had me there.
Hesitating the smallest bit, I explained, “Because what you said earlier messed with me.”
Her pink lips slammed together; her blue eyes searched mine, but I was moving the screen to reach for something. It was nothing, but I didn’t want her scrutinizing me.
“So you don’t want me to leave?”
Bringing the camera back, I stared at her golden hair looking like a halo in the light.
Sentimental words burned the edge of my tongue.
Words that would describe her beauty, what it did to me.
More shit like I had sputtered earlier about Cinderella.
I’d probably break down and even explain why I called her Daisy. It made me weak, all of it.
And I refused to be weak.
Clearing my throat, I stroked up my shaft once more and said, “Just wanted the chance to fuck you at least once before you left. That’s all.”
Hurt flashed in her eyes, a gleam that I had witnessed earlier when I spoke of the twins and shut her down in pops’s house. I knew I was being a bastard, but I couldn’t figure out another way to keep her without becoming weak. Which meant I had to let her go.
Finally she seemed to understand that this was who I was and how I acted. She let out a sigh and muttered, “Fuck off, Killian.”
Then the phone went dark.