Lib Novel Page 24
“Yes, sir,” I drawled as I watched Henry walk away, his dark jeans accentuating the delicious curve of his perfect ass.
A man could get used to a sight like that.
Focus, Gray!
I’d only just shut my eyes, when I heard his voice again.
“Get up, sunshine,” he said as he opened the door for me.
For a moment, I stared at him, against the sunset, lit up like some angel.
I’d never been one who liked to be bossed around or told what to do. Too stubborn, too overly confident, too bold. But something inside of me flipped a switch as I listened to Henry without so much as a protest.
Maybe I really am spiraling into chaos.
Hello pre mid life crisis…
I slid into my passenger door, letting Henry in the driver’s seat once more.
“I’m taking you home this time,” he said as he turned to look at me with an appraising gaze.
I sighed as I brought up the maps feature on my car, watching his gaze fall as he realized home was as easy as a few clicks.
“You could have told me that yesterday,” he mused as he pulled out of the parking lot.
“Yesterday, I was a bit… under the weather.”
“Mhmm. And what are you today, because you’re certainly not above it,” he bit out.
“I’m… in the middle of a rather unsettling storm,” I said sarcastically.
“Something wrong? You wanna talk about it?” he asked, his voice shaky for some reason.
I turned toward him, taking in the sight of him in my driver’s seat, his long, toned arms, the way he grabbed my steering wheel. The way his hair shimmered with streaks of gold as the dying sunlight poured in through the windows.
“A lot of things. But it doesn’t matter,” I murmured, feeling far too vulnerable and guilty for my own good.
The closer we got to the wedding, the more I seemed to be unraveling.
It seemed like no time at all when we’d finally come to my humble abode. The driveway was still empty, which meant my parents were likely still at my sister’s.
Whatever the case, I was glad for the moment at least to have the house to myself, if only to wallow in my sorrows and guilt. Alone.
Before I could open my door, it swung open of its own accord, and I looked up at Henry once more as he offered me his hand.
I wanted to take it.
I wanted to set my palm in his, feel that heat that seemed to brew between us when we touched. But I was also agitated and annoyed, and instead, I pushed it away, opting to get myself out of my car.
I wasn’t some damsel in distress, or a passenger prince, thank you very much.
Henry stepped back, giving me a wide berth to stroll up the driveway toward the door. I didn’t expect him to follow me.
But I didn’t dislike it either.
We stood on the steps of my porch for a moment, my keys in my hand.
“Do you… want to come in? For a drink?” I asked plainly. I was aware that we were rather close, though I couldn’t remember how that happened. Henry stood so close, it would have been easy to reach out and wrap my arms around his trim waist, would have been no trouble at all to slide my fingers through his hair and kiss him like my heart and my opinionated dick wanted to.