Page 2 of Safe Haven
Here we fucking go.
“I know I’ve put you in impossible positions in the past, but this time I really fucked up. If I don’t fix this, they’re going to kill me.” When her watery eyes look up and meet mine, I swallow hard.
I almost believe her.
“Danica, I am not going to help you fix shit. You got yourself into it, get yourself out. I’m done helping you destroy your life, and I sure as shit am not going down with you. Keep me out of your troubles.” She steps back away from me and stumbles as if I physically pushed her.
The hurt that fills her eyes and the scared pose her body takes almost has me taking my words back, but in a flash, her entire demeanor changes.
“Whatever, thanks for nothing, cuz.” She storms out the back door, and I rub my forehead.
“Shit,” I walk over to the fridge to get some water when I hear the back door open and close.
“I haven’t changed my mind, Danica,” I call over my shoulder before turning to see Joel standing in my kitchen instead.
“Oh, hey.” I bit my lip as his eyes roamed my body.
“You hide all those curves under those baggy black clothes? Why?” His smirk does things to my body I can’t even explain.
“I’m not the flashy type.” I wish I had something to cover myself up with.
“Fuck, Haven. You look good enough to eat.”
Shit, how was I supposed to answer that?
“Ya hungry?” What did I just say?!
“Starved.” He makes his way around the counter that was separating us and kisses me without hesitation.
I’ve made out with a few boys before, but the way Joel kisses me is not how little Bobby Cruz did at Susan’s fifteenth birthday party when he got me during a game of spin the bottle.
His hands hold my face at just the right angle, and when my lips part to let his tongue in, they move into my hair. He groans as he pulls our bodies closer, and since he’s shirtless and I’m still in my bikini, our skin sizzles when it touches.
His hot flesh meets my cooler skin, from being in the air conditioner longer than him.
“Is it true? Are you a virgin?” I freeze, and he immediately takes a step back.
“It doesn’t matter to me. I just don’t want to rush you.” His face flushes as he says it, and somehow it makes him even more handsome to me.
“Danica has a big fucking mouth. Probably from all the blow jobs she’s given. I am nothing like her.” I make sure he understands I have standards and limits.
“Got it. No blow jobs.” He grins and steps close to me again.
I stop him with my hand flat on his chest.
“You’re ok with that?” He looks down at me like I hung the fucking moon.
“I want so much more from you, Haven, but I can wait until you’re ready.” Wow, if that was a line, it sure was a good one, but Joel has this demeanor about him.
What you see is what you get, and I’ve fallen head over heels in love with him this summer. The problem is that the summer was almost over. I was leaving for college in three weeks, and he was off to the Navy in ten days.
Fuck, was that really all the time we had left?
“Let me take you to dinner tonight.” He tucks a piece of my long bangs behind my ear.
“Like a date?” I raise my eyebrow, and he runs his thumb over it.
“Mmhmm,” I bite my lip as I think about it.
