Runaway Road Trip by Kris Ripper

Author:Kris Ripper [Ripper, Kris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kris Ripper

Chapter Twelve

We couldn’t go straight to having sex on a beach so we had to find things to do with our day. Since it was pretty obvious how much I was looking forward to having sex on a beach, Rowe took every opportunity to tease me, as if he’d been waiting our entire friendship for this moment, when he could whisper hotly into my ear that he couldn’t wait to taste my come.

Who says that while browsing in a beachy trinket shop under the grandmotherly gaze of the little old lady who owns the place? I thought my face might melt off.

I’d had some boyfriends who were demonstrative—guys who’d hang all over me when we were around people as if they were worried no one would know we were together otherwise, or guys who’d did the whole hand-holding, kissing, public displays thing—and I liked that stuff. To me it legitimized something to show it that way, though the FG was pretty conflicted on it. Mal considered basically any touching in public to be too much and Sammy would have sex in public with a random, but was shy about kissing someone they gave a shit about.

Rowe fell somewhere between Mal and me usually, but I didn’t think the old rules exactly applied to this. Whatever this was. He wasn’t holding my hand, but he stood closer and didn’t hesitate to lean over my shoulder to look at something I was looking at, or pass too close behind me so he brushed against my clothes.

I was the one who finally took his hand later when we were hiking, then immediately decided that was crossing a line and tried to pull back.

“You worried I have germs?” he asked, trapping my fingers between his.

“No, just, you’re not a hand-holder.”

“Doc, the things I am with you aren’t the things I am with other people.” He settled my hand more firmly in his own and tugged. “Come on, let’s keep window shopping.”

That line kept twisting through my mind as we window shopped and wandered and hiked that day. The things I am with you aren’t the things I am with other people. He hadn’t said it to make me feel special, to make me feel anything. He’d said it casually, but now it smoldered against a backdrop of my past relationships turning everything else to ash.

Not that we had a relationship.

Obviously we had a relationship.

Not that we had that kind of relationship.

We had some kind of relationship. I had no idea what kind, now that kissing was involved.

It wouldn’t be comparable to other romantic things I’d done, if this was romantic, which it might be for me but I wasn’t sure about him. Was it romantic for me? I thought it probably was. I thought it might have been for a while, a sneaky sense of romance I hadn’t noticed right away, but now that I had, I could see it clearly.

The FG would be shocked. Or maybe unsurprised. They would be either shocked or unsurprised.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.