Page 123 of Wildest Forever

Standing at the bottom, his whiskey eyes on me and a silly smile slips against my lips.

“Baby,” he rasps, and I give him the once over.

Eyes all hazy, hair pushed back away from his face and his little moustache cuddling his top lip.

I was really digging it.

He wears a white tee that clings around his muscly arms and light wash jeans, finished off with his boots.

“You look...” he pauses, his eyes dragging up and down my body. “You look so god damn beautiful, Sunflower.”

My cheeks blossom pink, matching the color of my makeup.

“You don't look too bad yourself, stud,” I mutter, and I shock myself by the little nickname that slips off my tongue.

A boyish grin passes his lips, and I duck my head as I slip off the bottom step and reach for my purse but he grabs it for me, holding it out for me to take.

I thank him and slip the strap up my arm.

My eyes cast to the living room and a wave of feelings cascade over me.

His fingers brush against mine.

“You okay?” he asks me, pulling me from my head and the tidal wave now laps against the shore.

I just nod.

I didn't want to be bearing all to him tonight, not when we were going out. I needed this more than he knew, I didn't want to bring myself or anyone else down for that matter.

“Let's go cowgirl,” his hand slips over mine as he softly tugs me towards the boarded up door and I follow. Closing and locking it up behind us, he leads me towards his truck. I miss the way my hand feels in his when he drops it. Opening my door, he steps back and lets me climb in.

Nerves swirl in my stomach but I have no idea why.

Maybe it's the pressure of tonight? Maybe I am expecting something more to come of this... maybe deep down I want tonight to be the night that I give myself to him. Mind. Body. Soul.

The sound of his door closing snaps me from my thoughts and I press a small smile onto my lips.

His hand reaches across and slips between my thighs as he gives my leg a gentle squeeze.

“I am looking forward to tonight,” he admits as he pushes the truck into drive as we pull down the dusty dirt track.

“Me too,” I admit, swallowing down the lump that presents itself there.

“I still will die on the hill that it's not as good as the Boot,” he chuckles softly and I roll my eyes.

“Po-tay-to, Po-tah-to,” I shrug my shoulder and look out the window.

The sky a mix of pink and violet as the evening draws in. A few stars scattered through the colors and the sky has always amazed me.

“How are the renovations to the Boot coming along?” I find myself asking, face still turned out of my window.

“Yeah okay, bit of a halt this week because of the issues we've had...”

I nod, face slowly turning to face him.

“How did Sunny take the news?” and I wince as the words leave my mouth.

“As expected.”

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