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Once my nerves settle, I turn to him sitting right next to me. There is no space between us, if I moved any closer, I would be sitting in his lap. The longer I look at him I can't help but think, God, he is the most beautiful man ever. I take a chance and place my hand on his thigh.
The Ferris wheel starts to move, not allowing me to chicken out. It’s now or never. Taking one last breath I turn to him, ready to confess and hope like hell he might feel the same.
“Hey, Dex, I’ve been meaning to tell you something.”
He looks over at me and when our eyes connect, I swear I see them heat a bit as he whispers, “Yeah, Haze, what’s that?”
Licking my lips, Dexter’s gaze seems to follow the motion. Before I can dwell on it, he looks down at his hands in his lap as he clenches them open and close. My anxiety surges back, causing me to blurt out, “I don’t want to be friends anymore.”
He whips his head up so fast that our seat rocks. When his eyes connect with mine, his irises are so dark they're nearly black. “What the fuck, Hazel! What do you mean you don’t want to be friends?” He shouts.
“No, shit, that’s not what I meant. I’m fucking this up.” I pull my hand back and start toying with the end of my skirt, trying to gather my thoughts.
“Haze, you have ten seconds to explain to me what the hell you mean.” His voice is eerily calm considering what I just said.
I’ve never seen him like this. He is intensely staring at me while his whole body has gone rigid, waiting for me to answer. I gulp, trying to keep my thoughts straight, but it gets harder and harder the longer he stares at me.
“I mean, I don’t want to bejustyour friend anymore. I want to be more,” I whisper, unable to make eye contact.
I glance over and his shoulders relax and his face softens. “How much more, Hazel?” He grips my chin and turns my face toward him.
His expression is unreadable. Fuck it. I’m going for it. What is that saying, in for a penny, in for a pound?
“More as in, I want everything. I have strong feelings for you. I’ve had them for a long time." I try not to focus on the fact that my voice is shaky and not full of confidence.
He goes stiff and quiet, staring at me. I’m not sure what to make of it. The blood rushes to my ears and my head starts to pound the longer he stays silent. I place my hand over my chest as my heart rate picks up. But I don't break my gaze, my eyes on him the whole time as the doubts run rampant in my head.
Shit, I just ruined everything, didn’t I? I’m such an idiot. I should’ve kept everything to myself.
I use my other hand and push him away as I pull my head away from his hands. I start to build walls around my heart, bracing for the inevitable rejection. Because why would someone like Dexter want to be with me when he could have anyone else?
Chapter four
Dexter
Looking at my best friend right now, I’m shocked. Fuck, she is gorgeous. I've always thought she was but refused to allow myself to think of her as more than a friend. I can’t believe that she just confessed that she has feelings for me.And now that she has opened that idea, I can't seem to think of anything else other than how perfect she is for me.
My life is rough, dangerous and seems to be getting worse the more my dad brings me into his life. I never imagined Hazel, or really anyone being a part of that life. If my dad knew she meant more to me than a friend, he would threaten her even more than he already does.Right now, he just threatens to keep her from me if I make plans with her, when he thinks I should be training. If we were to start up a relationship beyond friendship, I'm not sure what he would do, but I can't imagine that it would be good.
Whenever I think about her future, I always picture her with a clean-cut, normal guy and I’m far from either. I’m the guy parents want to keep away from their daughters. Hazel's parents are the only ones who have ever taken me in and accepted me, despite my father.
Knowing her feelings, it changes things. I can't hold back anymore. When she first said she didn't want to be friends anymore, my heart dropped. I can't imagine my life without her in it in some capacity. But when she kept stumbling along, I started to soar the more that she explained that she wanted to be more than friends, I was able to relax and let my thoughts drift to what our life could look like. Coming home to her every night, snuggling in bed as we watch Netflix. Laughing in the kitchen as we cook together, telling each other about our day.
I want those things. I never realized until she confessed her feelings. Now that I know she feels the same, I won't be able to control myself and stay away like I should. Despite my concerns of getting her further into my life, ’ve wanted to ask her out for a while now, but the timing never seemed right. Now the longer she looks at me with hope in her eyes, all of those reasons feel like excuses.
My eyes are drawn to her lips as she licks them, making my own tingle. I want to lean in and kiss her, but I need to make sure we play this right. It's important that she knows that once we cross that line, that's it. She's mine forever.
Fuck, I haven’t said anything in a while and she is probably freaking out. I need to tell her that I feel the same before she goes all Hazel and starts overthinking my silence. I press my mouth against her ear “Hazel, I’m fucking obsessed with you.”
When she turns back to me, her eyes are dilated, and her cheeks have some color to them. Did my girl just get turned on? Does she like dirty talk?
If she likes that, she hasn’t seen anything yet. I bet if I felt her , she would be wet. I move closer to her, placing my hand on her leg. Her breathing stutters. “God, you are so fucking beautiful. Haze, you need to understand that more means you are mine. And I don’t share.”
I glide my palm up her thigh, shifting my body as close as this seat will allow all while blocking the world from seeing what I’m about to do to My Girl. When I cup her pussy over her underwear, she lets out a moan. “Sugar lips, you’re so wet. Is that for me?”
"Sugar Lips?" she asks in a breathy tone.
"Yeah, every time I look at your lips, I imagine they taste like pure sugar. So sweet but so sinful." I trail my finger over her plump bottom lip.
