Forbidden With Me - Leigh Lennon Page 0,34
up to me. “Thanks, sweetheart. I may take you up on this one day.”
“Do you know that Queensrÿche filmed one of their music videos around here?” she asks, going down a hiking trail, and though I noticed her short as fuck shorts, she does have on at least a sensible pair of hiking boots.
“No, I had no idea,” I reply, still enjoying the view behind her.
“Yeah, it was the song, “Anybody Listening.” A great song, in my opinion.”
“Wait, you like grunge music?” I ask.
“Nope, I don’t like it, I love it. Hell, it’s in my soul. I think I bleed alternative music.”
She’s more perfect by the second. “Also, Mudhoney has a song named “Deception Pass.””
“Wait, you know Mudhoney? A lot of people who claim to love alternative music have never heard of Mudhoney or…”
“Green River.” She finishes my sentence for me. “Don’t get me started on want to be grunge lovers who claim to know everything about the alternative movement, and doesn’t know who Green River is.” I’ve somehow sidled up next to her, and a cinnamon coconut blend blowing off her body invades my senses. Fuck, she smells good and I love her attitude, the way she gets worked up over something she’s passionate about.
“So, onto other trivia about this park and just not how it relates to pop culture, it was established in 1923 and has over two million visitors a year,” she recites as we continue to walk a trail.
“What are you? A walking Encyclopedia Britannica?” I ask.
“Why, yes! Yes, I am.” Her reply is so funny, so much like her.
She stops in my path, and I bump into her but pull her closer to me as I steady her. Malia’s face is centimeters from me, yet when she tilts her head up, I pull away. I can’t do this. As much as I want her, we can’t be together.
It’s nearly eleven p.m. by the time I pull into the visitors’ parking at the university, and she’s asleep. She has been since Marysville, and I’ve enjoyed listening to the slight snores.
I sit and watch her like the sick fuck I am, and she begins to stir. “Hey, are we back?” she asks.
“Yeah, sweetheart, we’re back.” I continue to watch her as she stretches and snuggles into a sweatshirt of mine I keep in the trunk. Once the sun had set, she’d gotten so cold, but I love seeing my clothes on her small body.
“Here.” She begins to take it off, but I stop her.
“No, it’s still a little chilly out. Let’s get you back in your dorm.”
“Wells…” She’s about to argue with me, and I place my index finger in front of her lips. “Are you putting your finger in front of my mouth so I can bite it off because that’s about to happen.”
What a saucy little vixen. “No, and if you bite me, I’ll spank you, you little brat.”
She gives me a wink as a challenge. “So, that may not be a punishment for you, but you’re not fucking walking up to your dorm room by yourself. Plus, I got a text from Stewart, asking me to check in on Greenlyn for him.”
We both roll our eyes at the same time. “He’s not her type. I hope he knows this. I believe she goes for bad boys.”
“I think the young detective likes a challenge,” I reply. “Come on, brat, let me make sure you get tucked in for the night. I’ll sleep better knowing you're safe.” What I want to say is I’ll sleep better if you’re with me, but I don’t. Though it’s the truth.
Chapter 12
Malia
I’ve been back in Washington for a week, and during this time, I’ve seen Wells every day. After our visit at Deception Pass, and that kiss that was so fucking close to happening, I show up at his house with another breakfast ready to cook for him.
“You’re going to fatten me up, sweetheart.” He pulls the door back, and a preseason football game is on.
“Ah, I’m right on time,” I explain, placing the groceries on the counter and making myself at home in front of the television.
“You like football, Mal?” he asks from the kitchen, bringing us both a cup of coffee.
“Yeah, I love it. They’re my team,” I begin, looking at the television, watching Will Montgomery in his tight uniform. “And he’s a bonus, too.” I point at the quarterback’s tight body.
“Yeah, for someone who is like a brother to me, like Will is, I’m going to ignore