Page 78 of Sweet Hate
“Hey yourself,” she replies, and I physically see the shift in her eyes as they go from dancing with laughter to shuttered. She pushes softly against my chest, and I reluctantly let her go, instantly feeling the aching loss of her deep in my bones.
Well shit.I was aiming for the fun, ridiculous Axel she used to love, and she liked it, but now seeing her look so unsure has me second guessing myself. I shove my hands into my pockets to give them something to do before they reach out and grab her, while I try to get a read on why her mood changed.
“So, uh, I thought you might need a coffee after our late-night games,” I nod toward the table where I left our cups.
The look she gives me when she notices her favorite drink waiting for her is priceless. I’d do it every day if it got her to smile this wide.
“Oh my God! You remembered my Frappuccino order? Thank you, thank you, thank you. I don’t have a car here yet, so I’ve not been able to drive out there to get one and I’ve been having serious withdrawals!” She rushes over to grab them both and the second her gorgeous lips close around that straw, she moans in appreciation.
Down boy.
It’s official, I’m jealous of a straw. I’ve reached shocking new lows of desperation. That moan has me even more eager to ask her about us, but I still can’t get a read on her.
Walking back over, she hands me my cold brew, my skin sparking where our fingers brush.
Relieved I now have something to keep my mouth busy, I swallow down a huge gulp of it. Damn lucky I like iced coffee too, otherwise my mouth would have been gasping for wildly different reasons.
Well, it manages to stop me from dropping to my knees and begging her to give me a chance.
For now, at least.
26
HAVEN
Iwasn’t expecting to start my day grinding into Axel’s hard cock while we dirty danced around the bakery.
This is new, but I don’t hate it.
If anything, it’s the total opposite. I probably loved it a little too much.
And, he drove out of town to buy me my favorite coffee this morning, when he literally lives right upstairs. He’s being hot, cuteandthoughtful. I’m melting faster than a snowman in summer here.
If you told me last week that the grumpy fireman would be singing and dirty dancing with me today, I’d have said you need your head examined. But I love this silly side of him reappearing.
Course, I’d have probably dropped dead on the spot if you told me we’d have also had phone sex by now.
The way he sounded when he groaned out my name, so desperate. He sounded like heneededme. Just the memory has butterflies running riot inside me—well that and the way his tongue snaked out to lick coffee off the corner ofhis mouth.
He grins down at me, almost as if he can tell what I’m thinking.
Was an orgasm all my grumpy fireman needed to shake off his shitty attitude?
I’ll take one for the team and do it again if this is the effect it has on him.
Uhhhhh, friendzone Haven, friendzone. Nothing’s changed.
Ok, that sounds stupid. I mean,somethingchanged.
I’ve got a photo of his cum-covered abs saved on my phone for God’s sake. SomethingIinitiated with my own little creative photo texting.Gold star, A for effort, Haven.
So now what?
I’msupposedto be keeping things friendly and professional. Not to say that things were friendly before yesterday, but they weremostlyprofessional.
Now, I can’t tear my eyes away from his sexy stubbled jaw while he tips it back to drink his coffee. It’s doing things to me.
I’m torn. Part of me wants to lick his abs and ride him until he makes me scream harder than he did last night, but another part of me wants to reclaim the friendship we had before sex complicated the equation and messed things up for us.
