TWELVE
Lesson of the Day:
Trying something new means you may find something new to love.
Mikka
The second day here and I already had a hangover. This was how I knew city girls did not belong in a small town. Moonshine was the devil and it’d thrown me in hangover hell that morning.
I’d woken up in a daze, my ribcage in much more pain than I wanted to admit. Jay carrying me home hadn’t been smart because alcohol had made me numb and dumb.
I scraped myself out of bed and tried to chase away the hangover by giving myself a pep talk as I pulled on pressed wide leg pants and a white blouse.
I needed to focus. Jay was off limits and I shouldn’t have ever discussed head-banging sex with him. I shouldn’t have…
I groaned. I had kissed him.
The head-banging sex in this bed sounded even better knowing that he’d kissed me like I was the only woman in the world. My thighs quaked and my body heated. My pep talk wasn’t going to work.
And, of course, when he got me alone after his run, I stood there salivating.
Pep talk be damned.
I knew I was staring and couldn’t stop. All I could focus on was the sweat on his body, the sculpted chest, the veins cording his arms. He was a perfect specimen; one I couldn’t help but want to lick.
“Meek, I seem to remember you telling me these abs weren’t worth the millions they paid me for that movie.”
I snapped my gaze away and felt the blush rising to my cheeks. “Give me a break, Jay.”
“Why should I? I thought you were just fine with your toys over in your room.”
“I am!”
“Then why are you drooling over me shirtless.” He stepped closer to me and I stepped back.
“What are you doing?” I saw the look in his eyes. It was the same look he’d given me so many nights ago, like he wanted me again, like he could eat me whole and I’d enjoy it just as much as he would.
When he caught up to my backtracking and met me chest to chest at the door, he whispered down to me, “I’m memorizing this feeling, the one where you act like you don’t want this because when you end up begging me for it, I want to make sure we’re both aware that I was right from the start.”
“I don’t need to get off, Jay.”
“But you want to.”
“Sure.” I shrugged. “Like I said before, there’s toys for that. And men. I’m sure there are tons of men in this town for me to meet.”
His eyebrows slammed down. “Mikka, you don’t belong with anyone in this town.”
“I don’t want to belong to anyone right now either. I just want fun, Jay. I’m finding myself without Dougie so I can figure out if we’ll ever be able to be together again. What better place and time to do that than here?”
He sucked on his teeth. “Not smart here or anywhere near me.”
“Then, let me go back to LA. You don’t need me here. You have friends, family, people that care about you here. I can go back and lick my wounds there while I set up your schedule for you. By the way, have you seen my book bag?” I’d searched my room this morning and hadn’t found it. I almost panicked and ran to the bar but recalled Jay having it on the porch last night.
He leaned back. “I’m holding on to it for now.”
“Uh, no. I need that back.”
“When we both go back to LA, you can have it.”