Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
I’m so overwhelmed by this whole situation that I open the driver’s side without thinking and sit down, discovering that there’s barely any space for my legs.
Angel rests his hand on the roof and leans in. “Oh, you wanna drive? That’s all right,” he says and reaches between my legs. We aren’t even touching right now, but my skin’s fired up, and I only realize what he’s doing when the seat rolls back.
I nod, trying to find words, but he graciously gives me more time when he walks around the car to join me in the passenger seat. I watch him pass in front of the hood, unable to comprehend how gorgeous he is with his blond hair, slender fingers— He winks at me and I smile, because yeah, I’m allowed to watch my boyfriend.
I might be a creep, but I’m not just ‘some creep’. I don’t have to hide that I was looking.
As soon as he’s inside, I start the engine with a key decorated with a pink acrylic charm, and say what’s been on my mind. “I couldn’t lose the necklace. I promised to protect it.”
He whips his head, sending the scent of jasmine at me in a wave of warm air. “I can’t believe I need to say this, but I care about your life more than I care about the necklace,” he says, and his hand rests on my thigh.
I clutch the wheel, because I’m instantly drowning in guilt over asking him to be mine in the first place. Even though he told me that he cares about me, even though he was the first to hold my hand, and who invited me into the shower with him … the other voice in my head is loud and chastises me for thinking I deserve to be touched.
It’s hard to focus on the point he’s made.
“Th-thank you. I do have it though, every piece. I will get it put back together.”
Bikes roar as my brothers drive past us in a loose formation, but my world has shrunk to the boy sitting next to me, and his burning touch on my thigh. “Thank you. That’s super thoughtful of you, Creep.”
His voice sounds as smooth as velvet feels, and when his other hand settles on my shoulder, I can’t keep in a soft moan.
It’s embarrassing. I’m embarrassing, but he doesn’t pull away in disgust. On the contrary, as I squeeze my hands on the wheel in an effort to keep them from trembling, Angel is close enough for me to sense the warmth of his breath.
“I can be. I will be a good boyfriend,” I say quickly, as if I need to reiterate that point. The way he accepts me is more than I could have ever dreamed of. He’s so close. He’s smiling, eyes locked on mine until all I can think of is his soft mouth and smooth skin, and my cock starts to fill rapidly.
“Right here? We’ll be arrested for public indecency,” Angel says with a chuckle and strokes my thigh.
He’s right. Him seeing me this flustered is difficult enough. The last thing I need is the cops making jabs at me while I’m locked up. It was enough that several of them came to gawk at me today because of the new look.
“N-no. I… Too much touch,” I say and, despite loving his pretty hand, I take it off my thigh.
Angel is very tactile, so I worry my issues will soon be frustrating to him, but unless he explicitly tells me to leave, I’m not going anywhere.
He withdraws and grabs the chest strap of his safety belt. “Sorry. I thought... since we’re boyfriends now, it would be all right.”
I press on the gas pedal, wishing to be back home, in the woods, where shadows are always close, and where I can disappear if I want to.
I feel so… awkward. Being menacing comes so much more easily to me than whatever this conversation has to be.
“I want to. I want you. I’m just particular about it. You did say you had fun? With me? Last night?” Because I’m a grown man and I will fucking talk about it even if I’m glad that I have to watch the road instead of making eye contact.
Which is exactly what I’m doing when Angel shifts in the other seat. “I did. I had a lot of fun, but it would help if you talked me through it. What kind of touch is okay? Do you just prefer to not get anything in return when it comes to sex?”
“I get a lot,” I say quickly. “Everything. I got everything last night.” Okay, maybe not ‘everything’ if I’m to think about it. There’s still so much to explore, but it sure felt like everything. “Hands are fine,” I add, because while it felt pretty groundbreaking to hold Angel’s fingers in mine, it didn’t wake up all the fuckery that torments me in my head. “I don’t need you to give me anything, just be.”