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“You need me to call your parents or something?” Davis asked, peeking up from his phone, but only for a second. He barely looked at me before returning his gaze to that stupid device.
Heat burned through me from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet.
“No…uh…I’m seventeen, old enough to drive, I just…” I needed him to see me; if he just knew who I was and that he could love me, then he’d look at me differently, “I wanted you to know who I am.”
I lowered my eyes, hoping my false lashes would pick up the slack and deliver a sultry look.
But he didn’t move, the pump clicked, indicating his tank was full. He pulled out the nozzle and leaned over, securing it back in place, not even waiting for Earl. Once his fingers wrapped around the gas cap and began tightening it, I knew my time was up.
The roar of his engine screamed at me to move, to step away…but I couldn’t.
“Kid,” he gritted through his teeth. His helmet was on now, a mirrored version of myself reflecting from his visor.
“I—” I couldn’t let him leave, not without hearing me, “just want you to give me a chance.”
I stammered my words, my face on fire, tears stinging the backs of my eyes.
He dipped his head, shaking it. “Seriously, kid, move. You…” He faltered for a moment, giving me the smallest slice of hope, but then his voice spiked, dripping with disgust. “Do you really think I’d be interested in you? You’ve got braces. You’re a fucking kid, and I’m not trying to have any more rumors started about me, so get the fuck out of my way.”
Stunned into compliance, I moved to the side as he sped away, taking pieces of me with him. Pieces that he’d always hold, whether he knew it or not.
21
RAE
A rogue autumnwind blew through the back porch, ruffling my papers. I had three business names typed up, with an equal number of marketable ideas that could be used to help a few spots around the town of Macon. One was Nora’s parents’ store, which I was saving for last because I knew Nora would have to be the one to express the findings to them. Her mother was too proud to hear any of it from me, but there were some easy tweaks that could be done to fix the signage and window displays.
My parent’s diner was also on my list, but for now I didn’t want to touch anything, simply because they were so focused on the new delivery service. They would need a little bit of time to test it to see if it was effective at all. Then there was the coffee shop, where Rachel worked. I had managed to get in touch with the owner and had even arranged a meeting in a week’s time. Ideas were flowing for the first time since arriving back home. My setup in the backyard was finally paying off, and I was busy enough that I had completely forgotten about the planned sleepover with Davis for a while.
The order he had delivered the night before about sleeping over still thrummed inside me like a chord being plucked repeatedly. I wanted to go; my body was alive and ached to be touched in ways that it seemed only Davis could. I liked that with him it wasn’t just sex. It wassexual—hot, dangerous, taboo. With my previous partners, we’d kiss, maybe fool around for a few minutes, but then it was just sex: guy on top, me faking an orgasm on bottom. Sex was never as hot or insatiable, which only reminded me how Davis had handled my inexperience yesterday.
My face flushed, remembering how he’d gently tipped my head and didn’t allow me to make a fool of myself. Instead he’d talked deviously dark in my ear, leaving scorch marks along my memories. His words still burned in my stomach, making it flutter every few seconds. I never even knew it was possible to play sexually and drag out pleasure in the different ways he did. It was another layer to him that made me crave him. But I was hesitant still and knew I would need to talk through a few things with Nora, especially after our purge session.
Right on cue, my back door slid open, and my best friend popped her head out.
“Hey, I was going to call you!” I called, setting my things to the side.
She sauntered onto the porch and plopped down. “Were you going to tell me about the man who was caught skulking around your house last night?”
Oh crap.
“That’s what I thought. I know it was Davis Brenton, and he came from around the back of the house, which is where your bedroom is.”
She waited, as the trees swayed above us, singing a silent song.
“Spill it.”
Heaving a breath, I launched into what had happened, trying to remain somewhat tactful by leaving out the juicy details of how filthy Davis Brenton turned out to be.
“So, you’re going for a sleepover?” Her dark brow raised, critically, making me feel insecure.
Pausing, I tipped my head back and looked at the blue sky. I hadn’t answered this question out loud yet, but if I was going to be honest with anyone, it was going to be with her.
“I want to.”
She leaned forward and grabbed my attention. “Then I think you need to come clean with him.”
“Clean?” I tilted my head, like I didn’t know what she was talking about.
