Page 18 of My Turn Petal
I quickly disrobe my matching gray sweatsuit. “Mr. Roberts if you’ll keep your hungry eyes on me, I might act on it.” I tease him as I toss my clothes on the couch.
Yet he hasn’t glimpsed away for a moment.
“I may not stop you.” He retorts. A mischievous expression covers his face as his tongue swirls at the edge of his mouth.
I like this.
We always teased each other, that’s part of our dynamic I guess. We can switch from stagnant to hot damn what just happened in a flick of an eyelid.
“When am I gonna get a private performance?” I ask him as I slouch on his couch.
His guitar is lying beside us, still attached to the amplifier.
The sounds he creates with it ignites my body and make my pussy so fucking wet every time I encounter it.
“Petal,” he leans toward me, propping his hand on his thigh, “All you got to do is ask.”
Our eyes pierce one another, lately, I’ve been feeling this unstoppable attraction between us.
I can’t stop thinking about him.
It was always remarkably different being around Theo.
Arching my eyebrows, I ask, “Can you play Wild Ones by Flo Ride and Sia?”
“Sure, but I’m doing my own thing,” he bites his lip.
“Yup!” I reply, already excited and can’t contain it inside my needy body.
I need an explosive orgasm, and watching him play and hitting those high notes will most definitely make me hornier and soaked.
“Don’t wet yourself, petal.” He winks at me as he extends his hand and lifts his guitar across his lap.
Too late.
After two hours of a long and detailed conversation about my condition, we concluded most of the things he should know and needs to be aware of.
Telling him is different from showing him, so when the time comes, we’ll cross that bridge.
Hopefully.
“I have to say this even if it doesn’t mean much, but, you’re a badass for going through all of this and still managing to remain positive about it.”
There’s no ounce of judgment in his tone and his eyes are looking at me with nothing but admiration after everything I’ve told him.
“Thanks.” I give him a small smile.
“You always have control over everything we do. You get to stop it if it’s too much and I’ll always respect it.” He assures me. “The one thing I ask of you is to keep an open mind and follow my lead when I start a scene with you. It would be with your consent in advance.”
He was always a mystery to me on many levels. Other than specific things about his life, I didn’t know anything about him.
I still don’t but I want to.
A while back, I heard that you don’t need to dig into a person’s past or know every little detail. What’s important is the person that he is right now, the truest form of him, and how we interact in the present time.
So in a way, I do know Theo, more than most people.
I twirl a long blond lock around my finger. “I will keep an open mind.”
