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“Tobias?” I move to the door, but leave the dresser where it’s positioned.
“It’s me,” he says behind the door. “Come out.”
“Is it safe?”
“It is. Just a false alarm,” he says with a soft chuckle.
I push the dresser back into place, unlock the door and open it. Tobias isn’t smiling, but he’s not angry.
“What happened? What was that noise?” I ask, walking past him to find the dog. “Is Saint okay?”
“The damn dog was barking at a squirrel, and he decided he can climb a tree, too, and went after it. The low hanging branch Saint was on broke and caused that sound.”
“Oh.” I stare down at the animal. “How did he get in the tree in the first place?”
“Beats me. But that’s Saint for you,” Tobias says.
I drop to the floor and hug the dog. “You could have gotten hurt, boy.”
“Trust me, he’s been in more precarious situations than chasing a squirrel up a tree. That’s why I named him Saint. For all the times he could have hurt himself or worse and didn’t.”
“Well, Saint.” I look the dog in the eyes. “Stop doing that. You gave me a heart attack. And…” I meet Tobias’s eyes, clearly seeing the wall back up between us.
Tobias clears his throat. “Speaking of that…” He looks away. “We can’t.” He then walks away. Again.
I don’t say anything. Because what’s the point. Arguing the fact that he wants me just as much as I want him will only turn this feeling between us into an even more uncomfortable tension.
However, it doesn’t mean I accept his decision. I got a tiny taste of Tobias and there’s nothing stopping me from playing hard ball with the man. I’ll show him just how much he needs me. Just as much as I need him.
CHAPTERFOURTEEN
Tobias
Keep your distance.
Those vigilant words have been a litany in my head, until now.
Two days have passed since Danny found me in the woods, and he’s giving me the silent treatment—no, he’s avoiding me altogether.
Unfortunately, there has been no new information about the stalker or Siles, so all I have to focus on is Danny.
I can’t take his silence anymore. Hewilltalk to me today.
We have five days remaining before we have to leave for Black Rock, Nevada, and I’m not about to let Danny’s silent avoidance get the better of me or wear down my patience and resolve.
The singer has been staying clear of me, except for when he comes out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist, water glistening off his delectable slim body. Or when Danny walks out of the bedroom, half dressed, in only those tight yoga pants that show off every perfect inch of his legs, his pert ass and the bulge of his dick. And no matter where I am or what I’m doing, I keep smelling his scented lip gloss, which constantly reminds me of his dick-sucking lips.
If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear he’s trying to tease me.
Those are the moments when I haul ass to the woods and jack off like some sexual deviant, while thinking it’s Danny’s cock I’m stroking. Thank Christ, there’s nothing but woods between here and the next neighbor or I’d surely have the cops at my door.
Needless to say, I get a boner when he walks out with his gorgeous long brown hair up in a messy bun on top of his head and his slender neck exposed. I want to bite the crook of his shoulder, and leave my mark so everyone can see that he’s mine.
But he isn’t, and I have to remember that.
Aside from all of that, what riles me the most is that when I ask him a question, all he does is grunt or nod, then Danny carts his ass back to the bedroom and works on his music.
It’s infuriating and… challenging at the same time.