19. Indy
NINETEEN
INDY
Turns out getting a blowjob from the guy across the hall who seems unsure about whether he hates you or not at any given moment on the day before your graduation is one of those things you’ll begin to regret.
I run into Nick in the kitchen the next morning after successfully hiding in my room for most of the previous day. I have no idea what to say to him, so I opt for a wide-eyed stare. And all I can think about when I look at him is him on his knees in front of me.
I let him blow me in the boat shed, where anybody could’ve easily walked in on us. I don’t know how we got to that point. I’m not somebody who does dumb, crazy shit.
“Eggs benedict.” Mom slides a plate onto the table, grabs my shoulders, and marches me to the chair. “We’re running a bit behind schedule. It’s all good. Everything’s fine. No need to worry. But I’d start eating if I were you. Dia!”
She only waits for a beat before she marches out of the room. A second later I hear her footsteps on the stairs, and it’s just me and Nick.
My face heats, even though I’m not even looking at him. My pulse does some acrobatics. I brave a glance at him.
He’s lounging in his chair, long legs stretched out in front of himself, eyeing me calmly.
I look away.
But I can’t do the smart thing and stay away.
“What?” I ask.
His eyes move up and down me. Several long sweeps. My face is on fire.
“You’re blushing,” he says.
I grit my teeth. He could have the courtesy not to mention it.
“It’s a sunburn.”
He tilts his head to the side. “From what? The intense sunrise yesterday morning? I didn’t know we’d gotten to the burning-us-alive part of climate change already.”
I blow out a slow breath and lean toward him. It’s a mistake. I can smell his aftershave and see the way his dress shirt clings to his shoulders. The two undone buttons at his collar don’t really help me stay focused. Neither does the dip at the hollow of his throat.
I got sucked off yesterday morning. For the first time in my life. Somebody else had his mouth on me.
“Why are you all dressed up?” I ask, and my voice is too loud.
He quirks his brow. “Graduation?”
“You weren’t going to come to that.”
“I know.” He leans forward too. “But then I was fucked into submission.”
My eyes widen, and I snap my head toward the door before I look back at him.
“Your sunburn is coming back,” he says, and for a change, it’s not smug. For a change, he’s saying it softly. And his eyes are stuck on me just as intently as mine were on him.
I drop back into my chair and ignore him for the rest of breakfast. Dia, Mom, and Dad come back into the kitchen.
They all keep talking, but it goes in one ear and out the other.
The only time I can pay any attention is when Nick says something.
And every time I hear the low timbre of his voice, I’m transported straight back to the boat shed, and then all I can hear in my head is the way he sounded when he was saying dirty things to me on his knees.