Page 124 of Make Me Swoon

She pulls back just as abruptly, wiping her cheeks as she stares at her shoes. I make a note to order her some new clothes as soon as I can.

“Come on. I’ll drive you home,” I say when she pulls back.

I lead her out to my truck and help her inside.

“You can’t just get into cars with strange guys,” I tell her, trying to get her to see reason as I climb behind the wheel.

I look over at her and see she’s giving me a pointed look. “It seems to have worked out fine the last time. This time too since Glen was nice. He saved me from walking all this way.”

“It was fine with me because you're mine but there are other guys out there who want you and wouldn’t mind hurting you to get you.”

“What do you mean I’m yours?”

My mind blanks and I start the truck up, making the short drive back home in silence. I can feel her eyes on me as I drive and I try not to twitch under her stare. We pull outside our house a few minutes later and I get her door for her, helping her down and up to the front door. She walks ahead of me into the house and I follow after.

“Just… stay here.”

“No more rides from strangers. Promise.” she says as she toes off her shoes.

“Good,” I pause there in the doorway, my hand gripping the doorknob. “And, uh, thanks for lunch.”

She beams at me and I know that I need to get out of here before I take her to the ground and peel those tight blue jeans off of her.

“I’ll see you for dinner,” I say before I turn around and head back to my truck, trying to adjust my stiff cock in my pants.

EIGHT

Emma

Heath seemsto have gotten used to me over the last seven days. He doesn’t tense when I walk into a room anymore or when I touch him. It kind of became like a game. He would come home from work and help me cook dinner and I would brush against him. At first it was an accident, but when I saw how he reacted I kept doing it.

He always says he’ll see me at 5:30 but he’s always home before then. He’s helped me make dinner every night since that first night and I’ve found that I love cooking with him. He’s really good at it and he teaches me something new every night.

After dinner we do up the dishes and then I make him watch some show with me on Netflix. We’ve already gotten through part of Gossip Girl, but he said that show was boring. Now we’re onto The Punisher. It’s a little dark for my taste but I like how close Heath sits to me when I put it on and I love how he moves closer every time a violent scene comes on the screen.

I like him. I like his company. I know that together we probably look weird since I’m so short and he’s so tall but he’s the best man that I’ve ever met. He’s kind and loyal, surprisingly funny, although I don’t think he means to be, and he seems to genuinely care about me and my wellbeing.

I’m not sure how he feels about me. Is he just being nice and looking out for me because I work for him and he feels responsible for me? I debate this as I make breakfast. Pancakes today and I smile as I look over at the stack I already made. Some are burnt but isn’t that what syrup is for? I hear Heath coming down the hall and pour some more syrup on his plate, smiling when he finally comes into the kitchen.

“Morning!” I say, smiling brightly as I set his plate down in front of him.

“Looks good,” he says as he takes his seat and starts to dig in. I turn around to flip the last set of pancakes and sigh when I see these are really burnt. I’ll just throw them away. I can have some cereal like I usually do.

I do up the dishes really quick while he finishes breakfast and then stop him before he can head to work.

“We’re going to need some more food soon.”

I got up early and saw that we were out of a lot of stuff. I’ve been making a list of things that I think I could make all morning but I don’t know how I’ll get the groceries home.

“I’ll come home at lunch and we can run to the store.”

“Perfect. I’ll finish making a list. How do you feel about meatloaf?” I ask, looking at the recipe I found online. It doesn’t look too hard to make but I know some people don’t like the stuff. Heath freezes as he pulls on his boots and gets a weird look on his face but it’s gone before I can decipher it.

“I don’t really like it but I’ll eat it if you do.”

“No, that’s okay. I’ll find something else to make.”

I cross off meatloaf on my list and start to run down the rest of it.

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