One dessert, one spoon.
For both of us.
I look at the spoon, then back at her, a strange feeling threatening to break through everything. My chest, my head, my body.
Me.
I nod wordlessly, as she hands me the spoon.
I open my mouth and let the taste pulse through me, mixing with my urgent longing to feel it on her, this very taste – to feel her inside me.
“Good?” she asks, her eyes on mine.
“You have no idea,” I comment, breathlessly.
* * *
Christine takes me home.She parks under my building and switches off the engine. She takes a deep breath then speaks, keeping her gaze glued in front of her.
“That was…unexpected. Whatever it was…I liked it.”
I nod, even though she can’t see me.
“I should get home now,” she says, glancing at her watch. “Evan’ll be home soon and I always like to be there for when he comes back.”
“Sure,” I say, opening the door and placing my foot on the floor outside.
Do it, Ryan, for fuck’s sake.Now. Grow a pair.
Kiss her.
Taste her on your tongue, let it melt away your existence, lose your mind, forget everything you were up to this point.
Because I know that’s what would happen.
I’ve known it since I first met her.
Christine isn’t the kind of woman who tiptoes into your life, leaving the door ajar. She bursts in without asking, flipping everything upside-down, opening up your world and taking control of it.
Christine is the kind of woman who only comes into your life if she’s going to stay.
She turns her gaze onto me and smiles.
“Goodnight, Ryan.”
“Goodnight, Christine,” I say, getting out of the car and shutting the door.
I go over to the front door, tap in the code and step inside. I don’t turn around – I can’t, or I’d have to go back and ask her to jump all over me, to stay. And I can’t do that. I know it, and I’m sure that she does too.
Christine is amazing, now I’m sure of it, despite my awful first impression of her. But I also know that she’s trouble. The kind of trouble that holds you hostage, with no way out; trouble that could save me from myself.
But it won’t save her from who I am, and what I could do to her.
