Page 68 of The Game
Sarah hasn’t told me the specific date herself, but after she told me about her mom, I decided I wanted to do something for her.
I can’t imagine the pain of losing a parent at such a young age, and even though she has her dad, I know she misses her mom every day.
I look around her room again, spotting a beautiful painting of pink lilies.
“Did you paint that?” I gesture to the canvas hanging on her wall.
“Oh, yeah, I did. It’s years ago, though,” she says as she looks at the picture with both sorrow and strength in her eyes.
I bring her hand up to my lips and give it a small kiss.
“It’s beautiful, Sarah,” I tell her, letting her know I’m here with a slight squeeze to her hand.
She offers me a reassuring smile before asking about my day.
I groan, causing her to laugh, and I share about the worst day ever.
On days like these, I feel restless.
I usually get in two workouts a day, but today I only managed one, and sitting through boring meetings all day—when all I really wanted was to find Sarah—left me even more antsy than usual.
“I went to see you several times this week. Have you been hiding from me, angel?” I ask her, and she starts gathering our plates and cleaning up.
I follow her and bring the rest as I lean against the counter. She gives me a sly smile before shrugging her shoulders.
“Maybe,” she says as she starts rinsing the plates.
I stand behind her, circling my hands around her waist in the guise of helping with the dishes.
All the more reason to get close and personal in this small space.
It’s not like there is room for both of us behind that counter.
“And now? Are you planning to run away again if I kiss you?” I bring my lips to her ear, nibbling on her earlobe as she pushes some of her weight against me.
It feels amazing having her in my arms, but I’m also confused because the last time I saw her, she ran out as if her life depended on it.
She turns around in my arms and brings her arms around my neck.
“We need to talk. And I need to apologize for running off. You scared the hell out of me with that kiss,” she tells me with vulnerability in her eyes.
She takes my hand and leads me to her bed.
“I’m sorry I ran off like that; as I said, I got scared because everything with you feels overwhelming, in a good way,” she bites her lip as she looks up at me through her lashes.
I wait for her to continue.
“I’ve been thinking about us, and I have a proposition for you,” I narrow my eyes at her, but she gives me a stern look, telling me that I need to listen to her before jumping to any conclusions.
“There is no point in fighting our connection, and I think we both could benefit from some really hot sex, you know, until we burn out the chemistry between us.”
Fuck no.
I stand up so abruptly that Sarah jumps back onto her bed.
“Let me just get this straight, you just want us to fuck?” I ask her, and her eyes widen at my tone, and probably the anger radiating from me.
I can’t believe her.
