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Chapter Thirteen
Watson
I sat straight up in bed. Why was I naked? What time was it? Where was... Holt. He was sleeping soundly in the bed right next to me, his small frame facing mine. God, why did I feel like absolute shit right now? My dad...
Shit, what happened with my dad? I remembered bits and pieces. Holt being angry with me, throwing up all over myself, nearly passing out, Miles forcing dad out of the medical center, getting a blowjob. My dick perked up at that memory.
I lay back on the mattress before I curled my body toward Holt again. Was he still furious with me? He was here, so maybe not. I lightly touched his face, the dip in his upper lip, and watched the way his long lashes fluttered against his skin. But when Holt’s eyes opened and those hazel orbs sparkled like the morning sun at me, my own burned with tears I didn’t want to fall.
“Feeling better?” His voice was thick with sleep. “You look better, Watson, what you are...” He protested only slightly when I wrapped myself around his body and buried my face against his neck.
Breathing in Holt’s scent was all I needed. His sweet body wash, his aftershave, everything about him, was all I craved. His fingers combed through my hair as I clung tightly to him and tried to push all the horrible things out of my mind.
“I’m sorry,” I murmured. My lips brushed over his skin. “You have every right to be upset with me. Hell, I’m upset with me, but I had no idea my dad was going to show up yesterday, and I know I should have told him to fuck off...” I shook my head when Holt tried to force my head up. “Tell me you’re not mad.”
“I’m not mad.”
I pulled back. “You’re not.” I searched his beautiful face for any sign he was lying, but when that crooked smile slipped over his face, relief flooded through my body.
“What’s this, huh?” Holt dragged his thumb over my cheek to wipe away the wetness.
I shook my head. “I just... I was scared.” I reached for his hand to bring it back to my face. “You know what I like, baby.”
“I do.” The moment Holt’s fingers made contact with my cheekbone, my eyes drifted shut. “You remember much?” he asked.
I shook my head. “Did you give me a blowjob?”
“Of course, you remember that.” He chuckled. “Miles knows about us.” My eyes popped open. “Uh, you called me baby in front of the entire garage. Not sure who heard, but... yeah.” Holt grimaced. “Your dad knows, too. Miles kicked him out, so he’s gone, but we’re going to have to tell Mom and Dad.” He worried his lip between his teeth.
I nodded. “We can do that.” I was ready. Ready to claim Holt as mine despite the issues it would cause. “Qualifying.” I suddenly remembered about the race.
“Noel,” Holt assured me before pressing a kiss to my forehead. “You should get some more sleep before the alarm goes off. You’re still a little pale. You scared me.”
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “Thank you. For taking care of me. For helping me, and... for not being mad.” I snuggled against him.
Holt wrapped his arms around me. “I love you, Watson. I’ll always take care of you.”
His words floated over me, and just as I started to fall back to sleep, I perked up again. “Baby?” I murmured. “How did you know?”
“Know what?”
“That you loved me?”
When Holt didn’t answer me right away, I thought maybe he had fallen asleep, but then he spoke softly. “Winners get waffles.”
“Winners get waffles?” I sat up so that I could stare at him.
I hadn’t heard that in years, but it was something my mother used to always announce when I won a race, and I did it for Holt only once when he won that chess tournament senior year in high school.
He raised his chin to meet my gaze, and I saw it. The look of pure love in his hazel eyes.
“That long?” I whispered.
He blushed. “Give or take a few days, but yes. That long.” Then Holt’s lids fluttered closed again, and he left me sitting there with my thoughts.
Five years. Holt had been in love with me for five damn years, and I had been too stupid to notice. All those girls I had brought around while he’d had to watch. Sleep wasn’t going to happen for me now. I was too busy working out a way to confess my feelings, work out a way to tell Holt I loved him, and make sure I was worthy of him.
