Escaping Parker - F.T. Zele Page 0,29
mine. I wrap my arms around his neck and slide my fingers through his hair, gripping him tightly. His hands slide down my exposed legs, sending tiny prickles of electricity throughout my body, waking up a desire that was long ago locked out, one I thought I would never feel again.
He continues working my mouth and sending me into a state of euphoria. Nothing could knock me down from this high; this is something I’ve needed, even if it’s completely wrong. He moves my legs apart and gets closer, fitting perfectly between my thighs. I let go with one of my hands and slip it under his shirt, running my hands up and down his back. My fingers graze tiny raised bumps on his skin that I can only imagine are scars. Is that why I’ve never seen him without a shirt? I just assumed it was because he was a gentleman and didn’t want to make me uncomfortable.
A beep on his phone catches his attention. He breaks the kiss, resting his forehead on mine. “I have to get that; it could be where we’re going next,” he says, panting slightly.
I can’t form any words. All I can do is nod as I’m still reeling in this momentary bliss.
He walks away and everything suddenly feels cold and empty. I take a second to catch my breath and not look too deep into this. He was only doing what I asked him to do, even if I didn’t actually say the words.
The mood is ruined for the evening and we are going to go into this awkward place. I hop down off the counter and walk to my bed, unsure if the room is spinning from that kiss or from the alcohol. I won’t give Rig a chance to say how this can’t happen again, or apologize for doing it. I want it to stay like this for as long as it can. I watch him mess around on his phone while I slide into bed. Maybe tonight I’ll have peaceful dreams and be distracted from the nightmares that usually creep in after dark.
Nothing says awkward like waking up in the morning, head pounding, and visions of me persuading Rig to kiss me; although, I don’t regret it. Last night was about letting go, fighting back the anger that lives inside me, and just being ridiculous.
I’m nervous to hear Rig’s first words after I wimped out and went to sleep when he wasn’t paying attention. I’ve been lying here awake for a while, pretending to be asleep so I don’t have to face him yet. I hate not knowing how he is going to act. It’s like living with Steven even though now I’m making it this way, torturing myself when I’m sure everything is just fine. The joys of overthinking.
The bathroom god’s win out over my pride. I feel a rumbling in my stomach, and I’m sure I’m about to throw up everything I ate and drank last night. I jump out of bed and make a run for the bathroom. I sit on the floor sweating after throwing up, leaning back against the cold tiles. I hold still, not wanting my stomach to get upset again. I take a breather for a moment until there is a soft knock on the door.
“You ok in there?” Rig quietly asks through the door.
“Yeah, I will be. I just have a headache. Give me a minute to clean up and I’ll be ready to get on the road.” I rise slowly, careful not to lose my stomach again. I start the shower to rinse quickly so I don’t hold us up, but hoping it will help make me feel better. I get ready in record time.
When I walk out to where the beds are, Rig is standing there with a bottle of water, holding out two pills for me. “Take these. Aspirin will make you feel better.”
I pop them in my mouth and guzzle the entire water bottle. “Thank you, I was so thirsty. Well, I’m ready.” I grab my bags, seeing as he has already got his propped on his shoulder.
“After you,” he offers, holding the door open.
We don’t say much at first, like he is testing me, waiting for me to apologize, or to act like I’m sorry or embarrassed for last night. I’m not. There’s no way I’m going to say anything about it, because I don’t want to ruin the little bit of hope he had given me.