21. Chapter 21 #3
“Of course, he can have another toy on the house, so sorry for the trouble again.” The woman blurts as she pulls down a mini Bowser plushie and hands it to Theo, who is over the moon about getting another toy.
“Would you?” I ask Luna as I hand her my blazer. It takes her a few seconds to look at me, making her cheeks heat up as she nods, taking it from me.
By the time Chester returns, I unbutton and remove the wet shirt, and wait the few steps it takes for him to reach us and take the substitute.
Aware that I currently have every woman within a five-mile radius halt to a stop to watch the show, as the cool air hits my bare shoulders, sculpted chest, and defined, chiselled abs.
Women stare, but I couldn’t care less. It’s her eyes I care about - Luna’s wide, transfixed gaze following my every move as I slip on the replacement shirt.
“That’s all they had left,” Chester smirks with a shrug. Believing he’s done me a disservice by giving me an embarrassingly bright red shirt with Mario’s hat on the front, which is a size too small.
I’ll admit it does ruin the look of my custom-tailored brown suit, but without realising it, he instead helps me match along with my little man and Luna; to me, that’s a plus.
“I am so sorry again, Mr Walters. Please enjoy the rest of the fair, and please let me know if there’s anything else I can do.” The woman apologises, glancing down at my chest once more before tugging Chester away by his ear.
And Luna…she hasn’t taken her eyes off me, definitely a plus.
The graphic tee fits tightly, my muscles constricting against the cheap fabric, offering an outline view of my physique. Which is probably why it made Luna look at me like she was having some very naughty thoughts right now, thoughts I wish I could hear.
The more she looks at me, the more curious I get. I take a lot of pride in crafting my body this way and don’t go a day without a protein shake. It’s not news to me that I have a body type many women desire, but having Luna unable to take her eyes off me was a whole other story.
“Blazer?” I ask her, hoping to get another glimpse of her semi-shocked expression, but now that my abs are covered, she seems to have snapped back to normal, shaking away those dirty thoughts I know she’s having and hands me my blazer.
I didn’t put it on, wanting her to enjoy the view of my biceps a little longer and just let it hang on my arm, whilst I shove my wet shirt into Theo’s backpack. Leaving Luna now stuck staring at my arms, her phone still in hand, with the last photo she took of Theo on the screen.
“Send those to me later.” I raise my eyebrows, pointing to her phone, when she snaps out of her gaze again to look up at me.
“Please,” she demands back, raising her eyebrows.
Feisty Luna is back.
I wasn’t sure which one I preferred; all I did know was if she kept provoking me like this, I knew exactly how easy it would be for me to make her plead the word please with my hand around her thr-
“Ollie, can I have your phone? I wanna take a photo of Yoshi!” Theo blurts, now done playing with his new toys, wanting to copy Luna, take photos of his prizes. I pull my phone out of my trousers pocket and hand it to him, all without breaking my gaze with Luna.
She continues to glare as if she wasn’t just checking me out, so I do something I barely do: I smirk. Only giving her just a little one, the devious kind that comes with a warning, with the ability to make anyone swoon - this firecracker included.
“You’re really pushing your luck today, Jackson, but just how far are you willing to go?” Letting my voice drop an octave as she gazes back at me, dumbstruck.
“I-” she stutters, barely able to put a sentence together, yet another thing I want to witness in a different setting.
Our eyes remain locked, me thinking of the things I’d do to this woman if she were mine and Luna blushing like a peach while Theo stands a few feet away, taking photos of his new toys.
It lasts another second before a family approaches, looking to play the rubber duck game, so with Theo’s Yoshi toy hooked under my arm and my blazer in the other hand, we leave the booth and head to the next activity.
The rest of the day entailed a ride on the Super Mario-themed merry-go-round, with Theo having a go at the children’s trampoline stand because he wanted to jump as high as Mario does in Super Mario.
Then Luna and I watch Theo go a few rounds on the giant bouncy castle slides; neither of us says anything as we stand taking photos of Theo, but I can’t be the only one feeling the sexual tension between us.
It wasn’t a good thing, but it was definitely happening on my end, to the point.
I’m not sure how long I can suppress it, especially if I keep seeing the Feisty side of Luna more often than not.
We finished off the day taking a small trip into the Luigi Mansion themed haunted house which just entailed small children screaming whenever a ghost showed up, then we got some hot dogs as our late lunch/early dinner and I don’t need to explain what torture it was seeing Luna eat a hot dog, but I am more aware my infatuation with this woman was getting out of hand the more time I spent with her.
Which is why I was grateful that once Theo got his churro and a bucket of Candy Floss for dessert, he was rubbing his eyes, ready to go home.
Luna ended up carrying him back to the car, and by the time we pulled out of the car park, his head was leaning on his Yoshi plushie, and he was out like a light.
With it approaching late evening on a weekday, the roads were mostly clear.
Luna and I didn’t speak in the car; I focused on the road, and she gazed out the window.
Once we were home, Theo didn’t even wake when I carried him to bed and changed him into his PJs.
He was tuckered out, and I considered that a job well done.
He should sleep through the night and be well rested for school tomorrow.
He was too tired to brush his teeth, but it was one night; it’ll be fine.
Once he’s all tucked in, I exit his room, not expecting to collide with a small figure, her
forehead hitting the middle of my chest and making my heart pound.
“Aya!~” Luna exclaims, while I try my hardest not to smile.
Not only was it adorable hearing her speak in her mother tongue, but the whole moment is even funnier, given I’m fluent in Korean and had seen Min-Joon’s Mum react in the same adorable way in the past, although I don’t think she’s aware of that, given what she says next.
“I mean, ow!” she says, rubbing her forehead, then looks up at me.
“Don’t overreact; there is no way that hurts.” I roll my eyes, and she frowns. Practically begging me to kiss that expression off her face,
“It did actually, you and your stupidly rock hard che-” she starts, but stops, looking at my chest, no doubt remembering that she saw the unclothed version earlier.
Her cheeks turn rosy, pink as she clears her throat and goes back to glaring at me.
Little did she know that look did nothing but make me want to do bad things to her.
I stare back at her, unapologetic about how quickly my gaze falls to her lips.
As if she knew that was going to happen, she parts them slightly, returning the gaze, staring at my mouth.
If I just leaned in, just an inch.
How bad could it be? It wasn’t as if I hadn’t tasted those same lips before, but the first time was a mistake; this can be avoided.
And if I did it again… I’m not sure I could go back.
But bloody hell, did I care about that right now? All I wanted to do was kiss her as if my life depended on it, regardless of the consequences. Something she didn’t mind giving because she made the effort to move away from me, watching me glide my tongue over my bottom tip.
God, just one more time.
I tell myself as my hand twitches at my side, begging to hold her face while I kiss her like it’s the end of the world. I lose my sense of logic and lean forward; she’s aware of what is about to happen and yet freezes.
Waiting for me to lean closer, and closer, but that’s the second my logic snaps back into place, and I turn away, leaving her there in the hallway, bolting straight for my office without looking back.
Once I’m safely locked away, I lean my back against the door, my heart pounds as if I’ve run a marathon, my cock twitches in my slacks, and my head spins in a way it’s never done before.
Shit, that was close, too fucking close.
It’s happening again.
I can’t let that happen again…cause if it does, it’s game over.