Excerpt . . .
Masen and I head out to an old parking lot in a dilapidated
strip mall. I become determined to teach him how to drive. It’s really stupid
and a total waste of our time, but I feel like I should give him something tangible
he can take with him when he goes.
He knows the basics but needs a bit of instruction. He
practices three point turns, parallel parking, and never fails to use his
signals. He also never fails to flirt every chance he gets. He clearly doesn’t
want to be doing this, but he’s humoring me.
“Okay, just swing the wheel around this way and sneak right
in there.”
“Right in here?” He places his hand on my thigh and inches
upward, swooping in to kiss my neck.
“Hey, not too far.”
I huff, and he catches my double meaning.
He nods, head turned away from me as he attempts to parallel
park between two imaginary cars.
“Do I, uh, get a kiss for doing it right?”
My resounding silence answers him, but he doesn’t give up. He
leans in and places a soft kiss against my neck, whispering into my skin.
“Silky hair and heat and tongue, want her in the car, kissing my tears away.”
I inhale shakily. Damn his words. They make me so hot. I
repeat them in my head and then laugh. His head jolts back, and he smiles, eyes
curious. “What?”
“You’re not crying. No tears. You’re trying to get laid.”
“I—I’m . . . you—It’s fine . . . I’ll just drive,” he says with
a bit of grump to his tone. His lips pout in defeat, and if he weren’t testing
my resolve so much today, I’d hop into his lap and kiss that pout away. But
today my focus is on teaching him how to drive. We can fool around later. I’m
sure we will; we always do.
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Maybe it was Masen Jr. that was weeping. ;)
ReplyDeleteThis has gotten so sweet and so incredibly sad.
ReplyDeleteI'm excited to see what happens.
I love a playful Masen.
jjohnson, OMG!
ReplyDeleteIccaSpriggs, playful Masen has gotta be my favorite. He just makes me happy when he gets to have fun!