Page 6 of The Sweetest Thing

Her eyes flicker at me and she nods.

“Say it,” I tell her, and her green eyes glisten as I drown in them.

“Call you if I need help, day or night.”

“Good.” A tear rolls down her cheek, and I grab a tissue from my pocket. “Here.”

She wipes her face. I feel like a right tool. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. I just wanted to—”

She shakes her head. “—no, I’m grateful.” She’s smiling through her tears and the smile is genuine. “Honestly.” She leans in, and her knee brushes my leg, but she doesn’t move away or flinch. We sit there for a beat, and I grab another card out of my pocket, scribbling my cell phone number. I know I shouldn’t, it’s another breach, but I’ve lived the cycle, I know how it goes. I know how it usually ends.

I hand the card over, and when she reaches for it, her fingers brush lightly over mine just as they did the other night. My head snaps up to find her green eyes on mine as a jolt of electricity moves through my bones. Her hand lingers for a second too long, and once again I can’t help but notice how soft it is. Her long black nails lightly scratch the back of my fingers as she draws away.

“Thank you.” She tucks the card away in her back pocket and shimmies back in her seat, finally moving her leg away from mine.

“I better head back.” I stand up, not giving myself a chance to change my mind. I need to get out of here – now.

“Oh, okay,” she stutters as she looks back at me. “Thanks for meeting me, and for this.” She rolls a little and pats her ass where she’d pocketed my card, and I get a glimpse of it as the shorts ride higher with the shift of her body. Perfect, tight, tanned cheeks that I desperately want to bite into.

“Sure, no problem.” I take a step back, my cock already pushing against my boxers.

“Bye, Detective Sergeant Joe.” Her sweet smile is back, and I nod as I bolt out of the shop and into the humid street. I barge past a few people making my way across the street and around a building before I stop and suck in a few lungfuls of dank air.

What the fuck was that?

I grab onto my face for a short moment and focus on my breath before I start making my way back down to the tube station. It was nothing, it was a cop offering a citizen help in a time of need. I was doing my job, and reading way too much into the antics of a broken girl who needs my help. I’m a total asshole getting a fucking hard-on while all she needs is my help. Fuck, I need to get laid.


Tags: J.A. Wynters Erotic