Page 74 of Come Back To Me

I jumped off his lap, and cursed the small space when I hit my head.

“What’s the rush?” His lips, plush from my kiss, titled into a sinful, teasing smirk. He was enjoying my embarrassment. “I thought we were having a good time?”

“I won’t sleep with you.” The words fell from my lips in a rush, and I felt the blush settle beneath the apples of my cheeks.

His brows lifted. “I wasn’t asking you to.”

“Are you sure about that?” I motioned to his crotch with a flailing hand, my face flaming at the sight of his tented shorts. He looked down, cleared his throat, and to my surprise looked bashful.

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “Sorry about that. Give me a minute to, uh, calm down.”

A giggle burst from my mouth unexpectedly, and I did a poor job of covering it with my hand. “I’m sorry,” I muttered from behind my hand. Another giggle slipped free, and his cheeks reddened.

“I’m not usually so quick on the trigger.”

I snickered, unable to stop looking at him. “I’m glad to see you rose to the occasion.”

“Funny, har har,” he deadpanned.

“Well, it was nice meeting you.” I stuck my hand out like an absolute dork, and when his larger palm engulfed mine, I shook it.

Brilliant. Make out with a stranger and then shake his hand in gratitude. Smooth.

“Wait, you can’t-”

“See ya!” I yelled, bolting for the curtained exit.

“Wait! I didn’t get your name!”

I looked back one last time and then took off before he could come after me. Hopefully he was in town for the weekend and I would never have to worry about seeing him again. And not because he ended up with wood after we’d made out, but because I liked it. A lot.

By the time I’d read through the entry a second time I was gnawing on the end of my pen and squeezing my legs together. My head was filled with enough images to make a YouTube porno. Where the hell the words came from was still a mystery to me but after this I was wondering it if it wasn’t my subconscious’ way of telling me I needed to get laid. I groaned. It had been a while since I’d…oh no, it hadn’t. My mind drifted to my night with Vaughan, and I wondered what it would have been like to have sex with him in a way that wasn’t slow and controlled. He was by no means small in any way. Maybe if I propositioned him again…

NO. God, what was wrong with me? I couldn’t proposition Vaughan again. That was ludicrous.

I shut my journal, ignored my flustered state - I was not flicking my bean while thinking of Vaughan King - and went to bed.

Needless to say, I didn’t sleep a wink.