Page 12 of Running Away

“Why wear them then?”

“Josie.”

She sighed heavily and brushed the hair from her forehead. The rain was getting heavier and she was getting wet. Without a word, I pulled her towards me and back under the small green awning, if you could call it that. It was more like a square of cloth that hung over the door, but it was the best I could do unless I sent her back inside, and I did not want to do that.

“Josie?”

“My sister. She’s…shall we say insistent?”

“Bossy?”

“Nazi bitch is closer.” Mia giggled and I was completely fucked. It sounded like heaven. When her tiny hands rested on mine I thought she was going to pull them from her hips, but instead she held them in place.

“What are you doing here?” I groaned breathlessly.

I didn’t know this girl. I’d met her once. In a gym. Where I’d begged pathetically for her help. Now she was here. Looking like sex on legs, and she had me imagining things I had no place imagining.

“My sister, she, well, she decided I needed to stop being such a hermit and get out and live a little. Have fun. Her words, not mine.”

“And are you?”

“Am I what?”

“Having fun?”

She shuffled closer and looked up. I could feel her warm breath on my arm. It was pure heaven and it was the deepest, darkest pit of hell all in the same moment. I could have sworn I’d bust through my zipper any moment or I’d have permanent indentations in the one place you don’t want any. “I am now.”