Page 68 of Under the Texas Sky
I walk out of Mitch’s house behind him, following him to his doorstep. We stop and he stares at me, like he’s trying to see into my battered and bruised soul. This is Trent. My Trent. The one who picks me up when I’m down and fixes my broken pieces. Inserting himself into me until I’m whole again, but only with him.
“Are you busy tomorrow?” I ask him, putting my heart on the line.
His brow furrows, creating a divot in between the two dark slashes. “Tomorrow?” He parrots the word back like he doesn’t understand what it means.
“Yeah, tomorrow. Are you busy? We could get dinner and just… talk? Catch up?” God, I’m being so awkward and making this so awkward. This is Trent, I have to remind myself again. He’s seen me through everything, and I shouldn’t be scared to ask him to go on a date with me.
But that opens a whole other can of worms. A date implies more. A date implies that we still have a chance. I need us to still have that chance.
“You want to catch up… With me?”
I nod my head quickly, not backing down now.
“Like a date?” His eyes hold skepticism and I can't blame him for it. I haven't been the easiest person to spend time with, running away and being mean to him hasn't done me any favors. But I need us to sit down and talk, no distractions or interruptions. And if it has to be over dinner, we might as well make it a date at that point.
“Exactly like a date,” I confirm, not being able to hold back my smile. This is either going to be the best decision of my life or the worst. And I’m praying to whatever higher being above to take some pity on me and make it the best decision. I deserve something, anything. A crumb of happiness.
“Yeah,” he says, still hesitantly.
“Yeah?” I ask back, excitement causing a flutter to happen in my body. Butterflies taking flight and causing chaos in their wake.
“Yeah.”
I can’t stop myself, so I step in close to Trent, smelling the musky cologne he has always worn. The sharp cinnamon mixed with cloves. I’m intoxicated by him, and transported back to when it was the two of us against the world together. I press mylips against his cheek, feeling the warm skin and sharp stubble that’s starting to grow there.
“I’ll pick you up tomorrow,” I tell him, pulling back and looking into those brown eyes that haunt my dreams.
“Okay.”
I turn my back and listen while he unlocks the door and walks inside.
My footsteps are light as I practically prance down the sidewalk. Nothing is going to be able to get me down.
CHAPTER 57
KIAN
The car drops me off, and I knock on Trent’s door. Waiting patiently for him to open up while I shift the bag of stuff on my arm, I feel the plastic handle cutting off circulation. God, I hope he doesn’t think this idea is cheesy, but it was the best thing I could come up with. I didn’t want to take him on any basic date. I wanted something that would give us the privacy to talk, and for us to be able to enjoy ourselves without the watchful eyes of other people.
He opens the door, and I stand there staring like an idiot. He’s hot. Beautiful. Gorgeous. Handsome. Tempting.
The dark gray henley stretches tight over the cords of muscles I can see bulging underneath the material. His light jeans are tight on his thick thighs, and heck, if I look hard enough at his crotch I can see the outline of his dick. My mouth waters thinking about having his cock in my mouth, how it would stretch me wide, hitting the back of my throat until–
“Are you ready?” Trent asks me, and I try to inconspicuously rub the side of my mouth to check for drool. There’s nothing, thank god. That would be freaking embarrassing.
“Yeah! Yeah, for sure. I’m totally ready.” I have to stop myself from slapping myself on the forehead, knocking the sense back into my brain since I’ve seemed to have lost all of it.
“Okay, what’s the plan?” he asks, turning and locking the door behind him.
“Can I drive?” It would be more convenient for me, so it can be more of a surprise. But if he doesn’t want me to drive his truck, I don’t blame him. The shiny piece of expensive metal in his driveway slightly scares me, but it’s fine. I’ve driven before. Multiple times. It doesn’t matter if it’s been since before I moved to Arizona, that’s just a small detail. I didn’t need a car in Arizona. Everywhere I needed to go, Willow went with me. There was no point in saddling myself down with a car payment.
“Sure,” he says, shrugging.
I extend my hand for him to put the key in it, but he just cocks his eyebrow.
“Can I have the keys?”
He fishes the key out of his pocket and drops it in my hand. I stare at it for a moment.
