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“Yeah, you’re probably right about that. I’m sorry I overreacted about Josh.”
“No, don’t do that. I would have done the same thing if someone had kissed you.”
Blake beamed at me when I released him. “Luckily, I don’t have any ex-boyfriends you have to worry about.”
He was right about that.
Chapter Fourteen
Tommy
Kissing Blake was like riding a bicycle. It just came naturally to me. My lips were meant to touch his. I was absolutely certain of that. And now that I had tasted his mouth again, even just a little, I wanted to do it over and over. Except he was still mad at me. Which he should be, but I was hoping after I brought him with me to see Jamie, he wouldn’t be so twisted up inside about everything. But as I drove us back to the house, and Blake remained silent, I wondered if this was a mistake.
“Hungry?” I asked softly and glanced over at my best friend. “We could grab a sandwich or something at Holiday.”
Blake shrugged. “Sure.” He drummed his fingers against the door along to the music as I flicked on my blinker to make the turn into the restaurant parking lot.
But it wasn’t until I parked my car that I realized my mistake. Going into the restaurant would mean people would see me. They’d stare at my face, look at my scar, whisper about the accident, and I wasn’t going to be able to handle that, even with Blake sitting across from me. No matter how much I wanted to be strong enough or tell everyone to fuck off or go on a date like a normal man without caring what people thought, I would always have that voice niggling its way inside my head.
“Tommy, I’m right here.” Blake’s soft voice drifted through my thoughts.
I dropped my chin. “Things are never going to go back to the way they were before.”
“What do you mean?” he asked.
I shook my head. “If I go in there, everyone’s going to pretend that they don’t see me. Act like they don’t notice my scar, only to talk about me when I leave. People can’t even look me in the eye anymore. They don’t talk about hockey with me, but they’ll ask about Jackson. They ask about you, the band, but never about me or how I’m doing.” I closed my eyes.
“That’s ridiculous.”
“It’s the truth.”
Blake’s seat belt buckle clicked, then he climbed into my lap. It wasn’t easy because I was a big guy and he wasn’t exactly small, but he made it work.
“I’ll be in there with you.” He tilted my head up. “You can hold my hand; squeeze it as hard as you want if it gets uncomfortable. I’ll sit next to you.”
“No, I can’t.” I leaned into his touch, the warmth of his palm, before I realized his hands were on my face. “Stop.” I tried to push him away.
Blake stared down at me, his jade-colored orbs searching mine. “You kissed me. How is this any different?”
“Don’t touch me, Bug, I mean it,” I warned him.
When he raised his hand, I slapped him away. He did it again.
“Damnit, knock it off!” I shoved him back into the steering wheel, and the horn blared.
Blake snorted. “Keep it up. I can go all day.”
His hand came up. I smacked it away again, and he grinned at me like we were playing a game.
“Get off me.” I started to shove him back into his seat.
“I always liked it like this,” he murmured, a flash of lust in his eyes.
My nostrils flared. “No, you liked to sit on my lap and have my hands on your hips, your back pressed against my chest while you rode me hard.”
Shit, that thought made all the blood rush between my legs.
“Mm, I did like that. Your hand would snake around to grip my cock, your breath hot in my ear as you told me how close you were.” Blake leaned forward and brought his lips to my ear. “Oh, Tommy.”
