Damien slammed his beer down. “Always gotta bring that shit up, don’t ya?” The image of Damien covered in blue gunk would always make me smile. If he ever got his shit straightened out he’d have a hell of a time taming the one who made him that way.
“Literally, D. Fucking blue.” Hunter sung the last part out of tune snorting.
I smiled letting the door go as I walked out of Easton’s Pub no closer to figuring out what to do except knowing that I needed to see her again one last time. If anything, closure might help.
13
Lia
Incessant knocking at my door forced me to drop the spoon I’d been licking to peek around the corner from my bedroom. I glared at the hardwood frame wondering if Dinah forgot her key…again. It figured. My gorgeous roommate could get any guy she wanted batting her eyelashes, notes for class with bated breath, but she couldn’t remember to keep a fringing key on her keychain because she was always locking herself out.
Huffing my annoyance, I walked around the corner dropping my pint of cheap ice cream by the couch. I planned on studying for my Humanities exam when I finished stuffing my face with fudgy calories. Instead, I was flinging the door open expecting a giggling blonde and her next conquest at the door.
Shock covered my surprise when I realized it was my Boy Scout standing in front of me. “Whit? What are you doing here?” I stood there mouth gapping probably collecting flies as he barreled his way inside looking a bit disheveled and worried. Tight flannel stretched across his shoulders while those damn cargo pants outlined every delicious man curve I fondly remembered squeezing as he thrust inside me. I swallowed back my interest and shifted on my feet feeling my arousal riot over me in a hot flash I swore I was too young to have.
Fanning myself I questioned, Whit?” He paced my apartment making the space shrink with his presence. Something seemed off. This wasn’t my tough guy from the woods. He seemed squirrelly.
It was then I permitted myself to realize how much I’d missed him as soon as the pine and musk trail permeated my apartment, making my lower belly clench. I’d been subjected to watching my roommate and the player get cozy and then break up, on again and off again when the itch became unbearable. Everything became so disposable and I knew that wasn’t what I’d been looking for.
I’d missed Whit.
Like…genuinely missed him the way one misses the other half of a stolen candy bar. I whimpered remembering the last time I tasted his lips on mine.
Almost reading my mind verbatim, he said, “I don’t like how we left things.” His eyes darted, slightly panicked as he looked around like he was hunting for something and started stalking back and forth, ready to wear out my living room carpet before heading into my sad little kitchen.
“There’s no one here but me, Whittaker.” I realized he was looking for something and annoyed, I crossed my arms. “Dinah is at work right now.” He nodded and his shoulders rolled as if that maybe answered about half the questions he had for me in that moment.
“You still live with her?” he asked.
“Yeah, I forgave her. It’s kind of hard to find a new roommate mid-semester.” Closing the door, I eyed him waiting for a follow up statement. Something along the lines of: I want you, I need you, can we date casually, those would have been nice places to start.
“We have some unfinished business.”
Indeed we did, but that didn’t specify what he was doing at my apartment stomping through rooms. I was waiting for the downstairs neighbor to pound on the floor again.
“How did you even find me? Kinda stalkerish. I don’t have any bear bells or pepper spray on me.”
“Jeff.” He said waving his hand at my raised eyebrows. “He’s my supervisor and took the original report.”
Well, that answered some things.
“And Jeff just gives out this information willy-nilly?” I picked up the pint of ice cream and leaned against the wall resuming my party for one while he continued to ramble through his explanation. Hey, two could play this game and I lived here so I had nowhere to go and plenty of time to kill.
I licked the spoon obscenely like this was all casual considering that how we left things last time. Whit stopped his pacing to narrow his gaze on me.
His mouth fished open and closed before he blurted. “So you’re not dating anyone?” He fidgeted before putting his hands deep in the pockets of his cargo pants. He spun around giving me a bird’s eye view of his tight ass and I spooned up another cool bite of double fudge brownie making my way to the couch.
That was a mistake because I gave myself an ice cream headache and grunted through a frozen mouth. “What are you talking about?”
Whit continued with this slightly feral look of a man on a mission. I reached for a throw pillow off my couch needing something physical between us wearing nothing but a tank top and matching boy shorts. The poof of down filled feathers was my only protection, paltry and worthless as it was between a fit and furious male.
Hello, Mr. Apex Predator.
“Back at the cabin. You said this was a one-time deal. Right?” He stood before me, pulling some kind of alpha shit on me and if he weren’t so vulnerable and serious looking I might have giggled watching him struggle to work this all out in his mind.
I hugged my pillow.
“Yeah, because isn’t that what you wanted?” My heart skipped a beat, I said it then at the cabin thinking that’s what he wanted…but maybe I was wrong.