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Story: Because of Liam
Chapter Fifteen
The restof yesterday was surprisingly uneventful. Lunch was fine, and dinner was great. I felt comfortable for the first time in over a year. Logan is right about his girl’s family. He’s one lucky SOB for finding not only the girl of his dreams but also the family we never had.
The entire meal, my eyes kept straying to River sitting across the table from me. Serena had rearranged the seating, I was sitting directly across from River and her mom was at one end of the table. Skye, Logan, and David filled the other spots around us. I swear she did it so she could watch us and gather intel.
I’m not entirely sure she’s not secret service, FBI, or something like that. I’d like to introduce her to my commander. She’d have everyone pegged in seconds. I wouldn’t be surprised if she announced she can read thoughts and proceeded to tell me all of mine. Of course, they would be extremely embarrassing since eighty percent of it involves all the things I’d like to do to River. The other twenty percent is what I want River to do to me.
We’re on our way home now, loaded with leftovers, enough for days. Logan is driving and Skye is shotgun. River and I are in the back as before.
She’s not sitting as far away from me as possible this time. She’s closer to the center of the seat, a leg curled under her. She’s wearing leggings and a big hoodie. A guy’s hoodie based on the size, perhaps stolen from an ex. I haven’t seen her with anyone or heard anything about her going on a date. The thought of her with someone other than me pisses me off. I glare at the hoodie. It should hide her slim body, but instead, it makes her look sexier.
River leans around Skye’s seat and her hair brushes my knee. Knowing the long hours of drive ahead, I’m wearing track pants, which are more comfortable than jeans but way more difficult to hide a hard-on in. Day four and counting.
“Skye?”
“Yeah?”
“Did you borrow my conditioner?”
“No, I brought my own, why?”
“Weird . . . I could swear the bottle was a lot fuller when I packed it.”
Logan’s all too knowing eyes meet mine in the rearview mirror and I look out the window. I’m so fucking busted.
The restof yesterday was surprisingly uneventful. Lunch was fine, and dinner was great. I felt comfortable for the first time in over a year. Logan is right about his girl’s family. He’s one lucky SOB for finding not only the girl of his dreams but also the family we never had.
The entire meal, my eyes kept straying to River sitting across the table from me. Serena had rearranged the seating, I was sitting directly across from River and her mom was at one end of the table. Skye, Logan, and David filled the other spots around us. I swear she did it so she could watch us and gather intel.
I’m not entirely sure she’s not secret service, FBI, or something like that. I’d like to introduce her to my commander. She’d have everyone pegged in seconds. I wouldn’t be surprised if she announced she can read thoughts and proceeded to tell me all of mine. Of course, they would be extremely embarrassing since eighty percent of it involves all the things I’d like to do to River. The other twenty percent is what I want River to do to me.
We’re on our way home now, loaded with leftovers, enough for days. Logan is driving and Skye is shotgun. River and I are in the back as before.
She’s not sitting as far away from me as possible this time. She’s closer to the center of the seat, a leg curled under her. She’s wearing leggings and a big hoodie. A guy’s hoodie based on the size, perhaps stolen from an ex. I haven’t seen her with anyone or heard anything about her going on a date. The thought of her with someone other than me pisses me off. I glare at the hoodie. It should hide her slim body, but instead, it makes her look sexier.
River leans around Skye’s seat and her hair brushes my knee. Knowing the long hours of drive ahead, I’m wearing track pants, which are more comfortable than jeans but way more difficult to hide a hard-on in. Day four and counting.
“Skye?”
“Yeah?”
“Did you borrow my conditioner?”
“No, I brought my own, why?”
“Weird . . . I could swear the bottle was a lot fuller when I packed it.”
Logan’s all too knowing eyes meet mine in the rearview mirror and I look out the window. I’m so fucking busted.
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