Page 40 of Knot Their Boo
I’m probably going to slip on the wet ground and eat shit, but I don’t care. I have to get to Sable. I’m less than a block away when I spot her. She’s sitting on her shop's front porch in a rocking chair, tears falling down her cheeks as she cries.
Her scent hits me then, nearly knocking me off my feet. It’s soaked in lonely sadness I know all too well. I can’t take the pain for another moment. I need to get to her.
“Sable!” I shout, clearly startling her as she jumps to her feet, swiping frantically at her tears. When she sees me under a streetlight, she gasps. My heart stalls when she runs down the old stairs of the front porch, and I hold my breath until she’s leaping into my arms in the middle of the empty sidewalk.
“Colter! What are you doing?” she asks, as she buries her hands in my hair, tugging the strands until I growl.
“I don’t know, I just knew you weren’t okay… I felt like you needed me,” I confess, reaching down and gripping the back of her knees to lift her so she can wrap her legs around my waist.
“Really?” Sable sniffs, looking at me as I carry her toward her porch. The lightning strikes across the sky again, and the thunder cracks through the air, making her jump in my arms, but I hold her tight, my scent filling the cool night air to comfort her. “That’s so sweet,” she says, as her eyes get glassy once again, and her bottom lip trembles.
“It’s the least you deserve, Sable,” I murmur, taking the steps of her porch carefully, not wanting to slip with her in my arms. “You’re going to catch a chill out here in this weather.”
“Not while I’m in your arms,” she snuggles into me then, and I can’t imagine being anywhere else for the rest of my life.
“Do you want to tell me what's bothering you?” I ask her after we settle into the larger glider love seat. Sable’s now sitting across my lap, her head on my shoulder, and her face pressed into the crook of my neck.
“I was just missing Grams,” she says with a sniff. “She always loved thunderstorms, and it just reminds me of her. I hate that I wasn’t here for her when she passed.”
“Sometimes it’s better that way. My mom always told me that the thing she hated the most about her getting sick was that Iwas watching her die. I know your Grams wouldn’t have wanted you to see her like that,” I tell her.
“I’m sorry, Colter, that must have been so hard to carry alone,” she sniffs, looking up at me with big green eyes.
“It was, but I’m okay now. Especially with you in my arms,” I tease, squeezing her tighter. She settles into me again, and we’re content like this for a long time, when she breaks the silence.
“Taron and Rhian called to invite me to dinner tomorrow. They said they wanted you to join, if that's what I wanted as well,” she murmurs.
“And do you want to?” I ask, holding my breath as I wait for her answer, hoping she says yes.
“I do.”
“Then I’ll be there, Sable.”
Anything for her. Always.
Colter
I didn’t sleep last night after I tucked Sable into her bed. She begged me to cuddle her, and it was so fucking hard to lie there with the scent of her slick in the air. Taron’s scent is also all over the room, so I know he has been there recently. The need to smother her in my own scent had my pheromones working overtime to saturate the small space.
I only left when I did because I needed to get ready for my shift. Thankfully, I was able to crash in the back room for a few hours when no calls came in.
However, walking out into the garage to find Taron standing there waiting for me with a black shopping bag is unexpected.
“She invited you, right?” he asks, not bothering with a greeting. “I don’t have your phone number, but I needed to give you this anyway.” He holds the bag out to me, not waiting for an answer to his question. I assume he means dinner.
“What’s this?” I ask, taking the bag. If he’s going to act like this is normal for us, who am I to protest?
“After dinner activities, and matching outfits for dinner.” Taron shrugs, and I lift my brow at him. Matching? Cute.
“Alright,” I nod, already turning away from him.
“I need your number,” Taron says, narrowing his eyes at me when I turn around to glance at him. He’s holding his phone out to me, so I take it with a sigh and hand it back to him.
“See you at dinner,” I say, thinking we’re done here, when he shocks the shit out of me with his next question.
“Is it really stalking if the people you stalk enjoy it?” he asks in a low voice, stepping into me, and I stare at him with wide eyes.
“Who are you stalking?” I lift my brow at him, assessing him in a whole new light.
