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Those wet doe eyes flickered up to meet mine. “He wouldn’t like that.”
“Who cares what he likes?”
Fingers wiping at her wet eyes, she shook her head. “It’s okay. I’m being a drama queen. I’m fine.”
“Holly…” I could feel the words on the tip of my tongue. They were right there. She deserved to know. She needed to know. But she was already so goddamn hurt and sad and I didn’t have it in me to cause her more pain.
“I just hate it when he gets like this,” she sighed. “He can be so mean. But when he’s sweet? When he’s sweet I feel like the happiest person in the world.”
“Yeah, he definitely looks like he makes you happy,” I grumbled.
She parted her trembling lips just barely before finally speaking up. “I should get back to the fire,” she murmured. “We should get back.”
“Are you sure you don’t want me to take you home?” I asked again.
“No, I don’t wanna ruin your trip. Our trip. I’m okay. Let’s go back down.”
“Yeah,” was all I could say.
“Don’t… Please don’t tell anyone about this. Please.”
I nodded once. “I won’t.”
She returned the nod and walked straight past me, walking back the way we came from. It was obvious that Holly needed some distance, so I gave her that. But I kept my eyes on her as we walked back slowly, making sure she didn’t get lost or run off again.
She looked so small walking away. That confidence I thought she always had was all gone. Carter had made sure of that. He ripped all of it away from her in what seemed like seconds. I sighed loudly. Who knew Malibu Barbie had some depth to her?
As much as I hated her, I had to wonder if Holly knew she could do better.
Chapter 20
SAWYER
My weekend was meant to be fun. The plan had been to camp under the stars and drink some beer and eat some good steak and forget all about my shitty life back at the trailer park.
But those forty-eight hours had quickly turned into drama and I was so goddamn happy it was over. I couldn’t stand to look at Holly any longer after seeing her with those tears in her eyes. God, she had been crying right in front of me. I still felt responsible for that – even though her asshole boyfriend was the real source of her tears.
She had avoided me the next day, and then the day after that when we left. My theory was that she was embarrassed about the whole thing. Either way, for the first time ever, I was thankful to be back in class and not stuck at a cabin with Holly and her stupid boyfriend.
I had also learned an… interesting fact about Holly that night. That she was a virgin. I had to hold back a grunt. She was untouched, and part of me, for whatever reason, was glad that she never let Carter put his hands on her. That asshole didn’t deserve the chance to be her first.
Fuck, why did I even care about that?
I coughed and instead focused on the canvas in front of me. Art class was nearly over, and I was making good progress on my project. Our assignment had been to paint something far away, and I picked the place the felt the furthest: New York City.
A distraction hit me a second later. Holly, as always, somehow made herway back into my mind. Whether she knew it or not, she was too good at that. I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to be her first. I told myself it was because Holly was hot. Because she had those big tits and that peachy ass and those plump lips. That was the only reason why I imagined what sliding into her tight, untouched pussy would feel like. She’d look up at me with those big doe eyes too, whimpering out my name as I stretched out her pussy for the first time. Was she a screamer? A moaner? Maybe both?
My cock twitched.
Don’t think about her, don’t think about her, don’t think about her. Just because she had a nice ass didn’t mean I had to start fantasizing about her. I closed my eyes, let out a sharp breath, and focused on the canvas before me. It was nearly done.
City landscapes were one my favorite things to paint and I knew exactly why. It was because that was where I wanted to be. Not necessarily in a city. Hell, I didn’t even need to be in a big town. All I wanted was to be out. Out of Mills Mobile Home Park, out of school, out of the harsh grasp of my father’s hand on my throat when he had too much to drink – or nothing at all. Living anywhere else would make me feel like I had made it. Like I had gotten out of Cedar Crest and done something.
I needed change and I needed it fast. College wasn’t it for me. I had always known that. More school wasn’t my thing. A normal, nine-to-five, suit-and-tie job wasn’t my thing either – like I had a chance at anything like that, anyway.
I knew I would never get that skyscraper life. I didn’t even want that. I just wanted escape. Wanted to be in the midst of a crowd without people looking at me and scoffing and seeing a fucking trailer park kid who was never going anywhere with his life. I needed more than that.
I shook my head as Holly creeped back into my mind. I was trying my hardest to not think about that look on her face and those tears in her eyes. That night she had looked well and truly heartbroken. Holly had never cried in front of me. Ever. As much as we fought, as we much as we got in each other’s faces, I never pushed her to that level. Funny howher boyfriend of all people seemed to have no issue leaving Holly a crying mess.
