Just Until Morning by Dani Wyatt

Author:Dani Wyatt [Wyatt, Dani]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dani Wyatt
Published: 2017-06-25T18:30:00+00:00

The sun blinds me as I pull open the door at the bottom of the steps and run outside. I wave of nausea hits me and I almost throw up, but I manage to hold it, taking a few calming breaths. I stand there, burning eyes squinting, convincing myself it’s just the glare of the sun making me tear up.

My hair is still sopping wet, blowing heavily in a gust of wind that also whips up the ever-present trash in this shithole alley. A plastic grocery bag and an empty Tim Horton’s cup settle around my feet as the gust abates. Looking down, they draw my attention to the worn-out toe on my white Keds. Who was I trying to kid, walking in there last night? I’m no more a high-roller than Cruzer is a Chippendale.

Blinking away tears, I smooth down my skirt before it can expose my bare ass. Laundry day didn’t happen this week, and I was on my last pair of clean panties when I went to Lincoln’s game last night.

And those panties are nothing more than a distant memory. Just thinking about Lincoln right now has the tears streaming down my cheeks, wondering if that was all just some sort of a game. The way he took me to his place. They whole, ‘just until morning’ routine.

A week ago, I had it all planned. I was finally turning the corner in my life. Fulfilling dreams and promises I made to myself a long time ago. Now, it’s all falling apart, and I feel like I’m drowning. I’m not even sure where I’m going to sleep tonight. Or tomorrow.

My phone goes off in my backpack as I stand on the street, not sure what I’m doing there or where I should go. I reach in and grab it, seeing a number I don’t recognize. A single tear falls from my nose and plops onto the glass, distorting the message.

248-555-0900: Look up.

I raise my eyes, managing to stop the sob that tightens my chest, sure that it’s going to be yet more disappointment.

Then I see the black Lincoln.

Relief and disbelief wash over me. Lincoln is there, dressed in a white T-shirt, jeans, and a dark suit jacket, staring at me.

As soon as I catch a glimpse of those wild eyes, I’m reminded of just how he looked at me when he entered me for the first time last night. More than just lust. A deep longing that looked almost sad and pulled at my heart. A look that still elicits a moan from me, even across the traffic moving between us.

I watch as he brings his phone up and starts tapping the screen. A few seconds later, my phone dings and I read the message.

248-555-0900: Don’t move.

Me: Why are you here? And how did you know where to find me?

248-555-0900: You are even more beautiful in the daylight.

I look up to see a smile crest those magnificent lips. Lips that did things to me from the top of my head to the tips of my toes last night.

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