Page 15 of Lost Boy
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It’s the norm to ride to school together when we stay over. So, I’m in the backseat of the Bronco with Fallon while Sofie sits in the front, talking Joel’s ear off. He loves it, though. Girl talk, he calls it.
I hadn’t seen or spoken to Fallon since last night until he climbed into the car late and mumbled “morning” to everyone, promptly leaning his head back and closing his eyes. He wasn’t at breakfast, which, judging by the way he ate lunch and dinner with such fervor yesterday, is a little odd.
Fallon’s stomach growls loudly next to me as if on cue, but he doesn’t react. Fuck, I’d be whining and complaining and hangry by now. Joel and Sofie can’t hear us back here, too busy lamenting the temporary disbandment of her favorite K-pop group, so I try to get his attention.
“Hey.”
He doesn’t respond.
“Fallon.”
Nothing.
I lean over and gently place my hand on his shoulder, rubbing down his arm, then back up again. I don’t want to shake him; that’s an asshole thing to do to a person when they’re asleep. I already know how he reacted to a shout. I won’t scare him.
I continue to rub his arm softly. He’s wearing another black hoodie with black jeans again. Still the only one in the entire school not wearing a uniform.
“Fal,” I whisper directly into his ear.
Jesus, he’s knocked out. We just woke up too. He’s going to have a rough day.
“Fallon,” I say a little louder this time, adding pressure to my touch. It works, and he doesn’t freak out.
His lashes flutter, and his eyes slowly open. He turns his head, still resting it against the back of the seat, and peers up at me with sleepy, half-lidded eyes outlined in black. “Hmm?”
“Hmm?” I repeat. Because I forgot. I. . . Um. . .
My eyes dart down to his mouth, and I’m transfixed. His lips have a sparkle to them.
Fuck.I think I like it.
I clear my throat awkwardly, focusing back on his sexy, sleepy stare.
“Are you wearing Chapstick. . . with ashimmer?”
Oh. Goddammit.No.That is not what I wanted to ask him.Shit.
He sits up then, blinking rapidly as if clearing the cobwebs from his mind. “Yeah. And?”
He sounds defensive, and rightfully so. That sounded rude and judgmental even though it was anything but. “Oh. It was just an observation. No biggie.” I try to play it off.Fuck.I hope I can play it off. He doesn’t need to know I’m really fucking into it.
I need to see those sparkles on my dick.
I swallow thickly, forcing the lust-fueled thoughts down into the pit of my stomach.
Fuck.
He narrows his eyes ever-so-slightly, then rests his head back and closes them again.
Well, that was a fail. But I’m nothing if not persistent.
“Psst. Fallon.”
He cracks one eye open, and I can’t stop the smile tugging at the side of my mouth.
“Your stomach growled like an angry fucking chinchilla.”
