Page 68 of Happy Hour

He honestly had no clue how madly in love I was, or did he? I had no idea how he felt, his guarded expressions left nothing.

“You’re so beautiful honey.” He whispered before leaning in for the most passionate kiss I think I’d ever had.

When he pulled back to look at me his expression changed, softened even. His mouth opened as though he wanted to say something but he didn’t, he just stared back at me with his hand rested against my cheek.

I wanted to say so much in that moment, it seemed fitting.

I wanted to tell him how much I loved him and how much I’ve always loved him but just like him, I didn’t say anything, I just gazed back at him. I could feel myself nearing tears so I leaned in kissing him again, and then removed his shirt.

Jameson lied back against the bed of the truck closing his eyes. I skimmed my fingers across the muscles in his chest, down the ripples in his stomach to the sharp lines of his hips.

Rocking my hips against him once, the friction of our clothing caused him to moan and grab my hips securely with his hands, moving me the way he wanted.

I took everything he gave me that night, knowing I was falling deeper and deeper into whatever this was between us but I also couldn’t make myself care.

This was fun, this was exciting, and this was us.

Everything with Jameson and me was always so simple and easy that I couldn’t think of a reason why this couldn’t be too.

There was a change occurring, I knew that but I lived for the moment and enjoyable the simplicity of the undefined.

I knew the nagging feeling was a cast of what was to come but I couldn’t for the life of me stop.

7.Air Pressure–Sway

Air Pressure – Mechanics can adjust a car’s handling by raising or lowering air pressure in the tires. Flex in the sidewall of a tire acts like another spring in the suspension. Increasing the air pressure makes the overall spring rate higher, while lowering the pressure will make it softer. This adjustment can be made much more quickly and easily than changing a spring or a shock.

The next morning, standing there staring at myself in a full length mirror was a sight to see. My hair resembled Rob Zombie’s—I had no idea how I was going to get those knots out. Seriously, it was some sort of cross between the frolic in the sheets and dreads. Nothing about it as sexy though.

My bodyactuallyhad bruises on my upper arms, hipbonesandmy ass. I couldn’t remember a point when his grasp on me was too tight but it must have been, judging by the bruises.

Jesus, you’ve been manhandled.

Eh, I’m complaining, it was a good time, bruises or not.

I tried to remember how many times we’d bumped uglies in the past few days but I honestly couldn’t tell you.

It wasn’t really important to me so I shrugged to myself and stepped inside the shower. It felt so good to finally take a hot shower.

Rolling my sore neck around, the jets soaked blissfully over back. I was incredibly tender and aching everywhere from sleeping in the back of a pick-up truck last night, not that we really slept but I was still uncomfortable. Not only would I require a therapist when these three weeks were up, but a massage therapist was beginning to pull rank as well.

Besides being small, his bathroom was luxurious. It had everything you would need and then some with the cream tile floors, black granite counters, glass shower door and mirrors everywhere. It’s nicer than most people’s homes—including mine. Not that I have a home of my own, I still lived with Charlie but this waswaynicer than Charlie’s house and a fucking mansion compared to that dorm I lived in.

Once I stepped out of the shower, I heard some commotion outside so I opened the door thinking Jameson had returned from the drivers meeting and could hand me a towel since I forgot.

Without thinking, I stepped outside completely naked. “Jameson, can you hand me a towel...” My voice trailed off when I ran into him. “Oh, hey, is there a towel over there?” I asked but when my eyes met his, they weren’t his.

“OH MY GOD!” I screamed but Spencer screaming like a four-year old girl and covering his eyes silenced my screams.

“I thought it was Jameson in here, not you!” He cried out tossing a towel my direction.

“Jesus Christ Spencer,” I wailed just as loud trying to cover myself with my hands. It would have worked if I had three hands, but I didn’t. “You didn’t think to knock?”

“What the fuck is going on in here?” Jameson asked from behind Spencer, his voice a blistering snarl as he stepped inside the motor coach, slamming the metal door. I never heard the door open but how could I with the volume of Spencer’s screams?

Now let me take a moment here to really explain how this would look to Jameson.

I was standing next to the bathroom door,completely nakedwith my girly bits on display because when Spencer threw the towel, he was so freaked out that Iwasn’tJameson, he didn’t even throw it remotely close to me.

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