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My phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out and the name that runs across the screen makes me stand up straighter.
I try not to let her notice but fail. She looks at me with her eyebrows pulled down, “What’s wrong?”
I shake my head, answering her while I send him to voicemail. I know he's going to make me pay for it later, but I don't want anything to ruin this moment. “Nothing, it’s just my dad.”
With the confession of our feelings, I have to make sure that I protect her. Especially from him. My phone buzzes again. This time it’s a text message.
Dad: Answer your phone now.
Me: I’m at the carnival, I’ll call later.
Dad: I know you're with Hazel, and if you don’t answer me, she will pay.
My phone buzzes with another call from him. This time I look at Hazel, making sure I have my mask of indifference on. “Hey, why don’t you get us some apple cider. I’ve got to take this call.”
I wait until she's out of earshot and pull the phone up, not taking my eyes off her. “Dad.”
“Son, I need you to get home. We have a problem that I need your help with.”
“Yes, sir.” It's all I say before I hang up the phone. I can't deny him. I know what will happen if I do.
I release a deep breath as I walk toward Hazel at the apple cider booth. I’m going to have to share my secret with her eventually, but for now, I just want to revel in the fact that she loves me.
She turns toward me with our apple ciders and smiles. Her smile takes my breath away. Fuck, she is the most beautiful woman I have ever met. Grabbing my drink from her, I take a small sip and let out a sigh.
She looks over at me her lips thinned when she softly asks. “What’s wrong?”
Trying not to let her see that anything is wrong, I give a small smile. “Nothing, that was just my dad calling. He needs me. I have to go, but I don’t want to leave you.”
She nods with a tight grin. “No worries. I don’t want you to leave either, but it’s okay. Walk me to my car?”
“I would love to.”
Chapter seven
Hazel
Something feels off. As soon as Dexter got off the phone with his dad, his shoulders and jaw tightened. He won't look at me and I can feel him closing himself off.
We make our way across the parking lot with a blanket of tension over us. Dexter hasn't said anything since we confessed our feelings little while ago. But I can tell he's nervous about something because he's walking faster as we make our way to the car, dragging me along. I can't tell if this has to do with what we did earlier or something else. A feeling deep down tells me this has to do with his dad.
Once we get to my car, I lean against it and look up at Dexter. Suddenly I'm consumed with a shaky nervousness that he doesn't actually want to be with me. I lick my lips trying to calm. “Are you sure that everything is okay?” The words come out as a hushed whisper.
He looks down at me through his beautiful long dark lashes, his cheeks tinged pink. After just staring at me for a moment, he mutters, “Yes, everything’s fine.”
I nod, acknowledging that I heard him, but I’m not sure that I believe him. Knowing I won’t get any more from him, I sigh. "Call me?”
He reaches around me to open the door to my car, muttering, “Always.” Then gives me a chaste kiss before he takes a step back. My mind starts to calm down but that nagging feeling that something is going on won't go away.
I head back home leaving the carnival behind me. When I'm in my room, I text Dexter.
Me: Hey I made it home. I hope everything is okay. I love you.
I stare at the phone willing him to answer. When I see the three little dots come up indicating that Dex is texting back, I start to pace back and forth, holding my breath while I wait. If he answers, then nothing is wrong and I’m just overreacting. The three little dots disappear and come back a few times, causing my breath to stall out each time. I finally decide to just put my phone down and walk away. He’ll text me when he can.
But a small whisper in the back of my mind reveals my worst fear. “If he still wants you.”
Shaking off those dreadful thoughts, I head to the bathroom to get ready for bed. The whole time during my routine I go over the date from start to finish. I don’t think there was anything wrong, it seemed like we both had a great time. We admitted our feelings to each other, we even fucked. Man, it was the best sex I’ve ever had. I can’t even consider anyone else. I would be devastated if Dexter didn’t want me, especially after that.
