Never Been Loved(76)

What?

Sera rolls her eyes at the ceiling and sighs. When she looks back at me, she says, “Pirates of the Caribbean again. I really need you to watch that movie. I’m making jokes to the walls, over here” She smiles with only a hint of teeth, and lays a hand on my cheek, gentling me. My heart’s beating hard and fast, and it has nothing to do with my sugar low.

Then she takes every crack in the walls I’ve built to keep myself strong so I can be there for Matty, and blows them to fucking pieces.

“I think you’re amazing,” she tells me, and I know she’s lying.

“Really, I do. You’re sweet and kind. You don’t understand my nerdy jokes, but you care enough to look them up after. You’re the only one who likes my nerdy shirts. You’re strong, and brave. So, yeah, I think you’re amazing. And no matter what you say or do – nothing will make me change my mind from that.”

Man up, keep it locked, motherfucker. Keep it locked. I move my face so I can graze my lips on the tender flesh of her palm and have to steel myself to ask my next question. She can still shoot me down.

“So you still want to be my friend?”

“I...”

I’m going to pass out if she doesn’t say something soon.

“I think I want to be more than your friend.”

Just like that, I’m flying higher than Superman, and I’m pretty sure I can take Batman on, even with his fancy ass ninja suit.

Bring it on, Brucey.

She wants me. I want her. Can we leave now? Or does she need to settle a score with Tommy? Hell, I need to settle a score with him – no one talks to my girl like that.

I can’t look away from her mouth, her face, her tits, her arms, her throat, back to her mouth then to her eyes. I want her.

Take it slow. Don’t spook her. Slow. Tortoise slow – that guy wins the race.

I want to kiss her badly. I want her tongue in my mouth, I want to smell her skin because I’m so close, I need to feel her entire body against mine.

Her eyes are big and her mouth’s open like she’s waiting for me to plant one on her. I should just do it, take what she’s offering. I back off when I see she’s shaking, when I see her eyes moving too fast, and the rest of her body says she’s unsure.

Maybe she’s not unsure about me, but something else. I just had a sugar low and I’m too tired to sit here and try to figure it out. Oh, but I will. This is going to happen.

My dick has started throbbing at the prospect of getting her in my bed and I’m thankful the plate’s still on my thighs.

Time for some covert rearranging. Mission is a go.

“Thank you for my plate,” I say, loving that her hand is still on my face. Maybe she forgot it there, maybe she won’t let me go. I can definitely show her where I need to be touched the most. Ease it up, dickweed. Calm it down.

“I’m going to need a few minutes alone, baby. Do you mind hanging with your friends for fifteen minutes?” I need a bathroom, and I mean yesterday.

“Sure. I can do that.”

I kiss her palm and watch her reaction.

Her cheeks bloom with a gorgeous blush and she inhales fast, like I’ve shocked. “Call me if you need anything else.”

There it is. Sera’s just not a lay. She’s the one you keep around for as long as you can before you go screwing shit up.

I watch her move slowly to the patio door and hit the terrace outside. She closes the door behind her without looking at me. If she did, I’d be in the bathroom with her right now getting my first real taste of her.

Fuck. Dead puppies! Maggots, motherfucker, maggots!

I toss my plastic plate into the garbage along with my cutlery. My dick’s being strangled by my jeans and the ache is only going to get worse. Maybe having a one-on-one talk with Little Me is going to make it listen. How the fuck do I get the blood back up to my head?

Now I’m thinking of Sera’s mouth wrapped around the head. Shit.

In the bathroom, I look at my reflection.

“You have to stop. Cut it out.” If dicks could whine, mine could win an award. “Maggots. Dead rat carcasses infested with maggots. Maggots in my food, maggots in my house, maggots on-”

There is a God, and he likes me. I run some cold water and splash my face with it, get some on the back of my neck too for the hell of it. Cool it. Lock it down.

When I feel up to it, I get out and move to the hallway – I think I heard the patio door open. Maybe it’s Tommy. I can fuck his shit up right now that I’m feeling better.

Except it’s Sera, cradling her hand to her chest, her bottom lip jutting out like she’s a little kid about to cry.

“I want to leave now, please,” she says, voice tight with pain. She moves without really looking at me and gets her shoes, stuffing her feet in without doing the laces and without them being on properly. Fuck, I hope she doesn’t break her neck going down the stairs. Guess I’m just going to have to carry her, show off my strength.