Chapter 32 #2
Watching her disappear down a snack aisle and out of my view, I look back and people watch, knowing she needs a minute to herself and not wanting to push too hard.
Especially when she's trusting me to bring her on this trip, and I don't want to betray this bud of possibility or her trust in me before it's even started.
She hasn’t yet talked about her feelings about the baby she’d lost…Bumpy. And I wonder if she ever will. Or if she's the type to never bring up something like that again, burying it deep inside to never deal with again.
The only glimpse I’d had at any sort of emotions on the matter was when she was crying in my arms on the floor of my office while she was losing Bumpy, and when she’d cried in her sleep that first night at my house.
I collect our trash while she stands at the register to pay for our cookies and throw it away in a nearby receptacle.
When I get back to the table, I see her phone light up with an email from David.
A hot, sickening wave of jealousy washes over me at seeing his name before the notification disappears.
I can't even take a slight comfort in the fact that she'd listed him as “psychiatry referral buddy” in her phone.
I clench my jaw with irritation.
Speak of the devil and he shall come, apparently.
Glancing quickly at my watch, I see it's almost four in the morning and scoff, curling my lip with displeasure. It doesn’t matter that I’ve emailed her many times, sometimes around the same time. That's me.
What makes me so special compared to him though? the rational part of my brain muses, right as Sarah comes into view and plops down rather hard onto her seat, scattering five cookies on the table.
“Okay,” Sarah says breathlessly, looking rather pink in the face.
“We’ve got marshmallow, which looks delicious, chocolate chip—my favorite— oatmeal raisin, ewww, and sugar cookie.
" She nibbles her bottom lip, shifting on her seat and lifting a shoulder. "I don’t know what you like, so take your pick.”
My eyes roam her face greedily, curious at her change in attitude so soon after being as visibly upset as she was.
She shifts in her seat again nervously, her right eyebrow arches, and she brings up a lithe hand and strokes slowly down her ponytail where it lays spilled across her breasts to her navel.
I lower my eyes. Breasts are a trigger for me, and if I'm not careful, she'll catch me staring.
She'd only grabbed two of the chocolate chip cookies, so I snag up the marshmallow and oatmeal raisin, leaving her the sugar cookie and chocolate chip ones.
Sarah scoffs, pushing the sugar cookie at me, leaving me with three and her with two. “You know how I feel about sugar,” she mutters.
“Yes." I glance down at her lips. "You've made yourself very clear about it, in fact. I think it's very sweet, no pun intended.”
Bringing my gaze back to hers, I chuckle, watching as that blush paints her cheeks pink again.
It's such a beautiful sight that my laughter trails off into a hum.
I tilt my head as that blush in her face and chest deepens, and she ducks her head down once more to break our eye contact, informing me I make her nervous.
Emboldened by the knowledge, I can't help the truly inappropriate grin that tilts the corner of my mouth.
Making her blush is quickly becoming one of my favorite things to do.
I pitch my voice a little lower and whisper, “One of my goals this trip is to change the way you feel about things that give you pleasure.”
Sarah inhales sharply, causing my own body to respond in kind.
Her lips part, her eyes go hooded for a millisecond, and her tongue flicks out to caress her top lip.
My dick swells thickly in response, becoming painfully hard where it rests against my thigh.
Reminding me how long it's been since I've felt a woman around me in this way.
I feel my facial expression settle into the one that I wear at the office as I work to beat my erection down, and it takes every ounce of effort on my part to control myself. I manage it, though.
She looks away nervously, her slender fingers picking at the package of her chocolate chip cookie. The plastic crinkles for a moment before she tightens her grip, tearing it open. “Uhm. I started by buying Bunny,” she says hesitantly.
I watch greedily as she picks off a minuscule piece of cookie and puts it between her lips.
Her juicy, plump lips that would look fucking delectable swallowing my cock—I cut my thoughts off, harshly and thoroughly, and I clear my throat.
“Yes. She’s adorable, by the way,” I reply, standing up and swiping up the cookies and my bag.
“Let’s head back to the gate; they’ll be announcing departures soon. ”
I don't trust myself to take her hand again, so instead I walk a step behind her. Allowing myself to watch her hips sway as she walks. I take in the swishing of her ponytail against the round globes of her ass, flexing my fingers because I'd like to run my hand down it again.
Boarding the plane, we accept our drinks, and both nap on the plane ride to Vancouver. Resting our heads against each other as we sleep.