Page 54 of Spark
“Promise that you’ll eat all the food I bought for you.”
Rolling her eyes, she huffs. “I’ll eat.”
“Promise that you’ll sleep in my shirt and in this bed.”
“I—” she starts.
“Promise me.”
Exhaling, she nods. “I promise.”
Smiling to myself, I cup her cheek with my palm. “Promise that you’ll reply to my texts and answer my calls. Promise that when you question, or doubt, or get mad at me, that you’ll call or text me and tell me what I’ve done so I can apologize and figure out how to do better.”
“I—”
“Promise me.”
“I promise,” she whispers, staring right up into my eyes.
“Thank you, amore mio. Now one last thing, before I go.”
“What?” she asks.
“Promise me that when you touch your pretty little pussy, you do it here, in our bed while you think about how wet I’m going to make you the moment you give yourself to me.”
Her cheeks heat so quickly, I have to swallow back a laugh.
“Promise me,” I remind her, aware that I really, really need to leave.
“I promise,” she says so quietly I barely hear her.
“I’ll see you in forty-eight hours, amore mio.”
“Bye, Warrick.”
Unable to resist, I lean down and kiss her. I know I should, but I’m incapable of being soft when I know this may be the last kiss I ever get from her. Despite my confidence in her promises, I’m not stupid. I might be certain that she’s destined to be mine, but there’s a very real chance that she’ll be gone by the time I get back in two days. So if this is the last time I kiss her, I want it to be worth it, to be memorable.
So I kiss her like it’s the only chance I’ll get, like I want to mark her and claim her and destroy her with only a kiss. Then when I can’t wait another moment, I tear myself away from her and leave, lifting my cell to my ear the moment my feet hit the stairs.
FOURTEEN
VERITY
We talk for the twenty minutes it takes him to drive back up the mountain, and he pushes me to tell him every tiny little thing that’s made me upset, or angry, or even mildly frustrated in the two days it’s been since he left me alone in his home.
I have no idea why whining for longer than any grown woman should whine feels so good, but by the time he reluctantly says goodbye, I feel boneless and more relaxed than I can ever remember being.
I’m not sure what prompted him to come home this morning, but I’m so incredibly glad that he did because I was thinking about leaving, and if I had, it would have been a mistake.
There’s something between me and Warrick. I don’t really know what it is. He thinks it’s this epic love story or something, but that kind of stuff only happens in books, not in real life. But there is something about being near him that causes a reaction inside of me.
It’s a little daunting to have a sexual awakening at twenty. I’d accepted that I wasn’t a sexual person and that was okay,but now I don’t know how to feel about the things Warrick has awoken inside me.
Am I a sexual person now? Do I want to have sex? Do I want to have sex with Warrick? Is my body reacting to him or just reacting?
I don’t have any of the answers to the questions I keep asking myself, but when I think about Warrick, I go all warm and gooey, especially between my legs. Before he left, he teased me about touching myself, and now it’s all I can think about. But will the heat go away on its own if I ignore it, or do I need to do something to relieve it?
In the shower the other morning, my hands had drifted to my core while my thoughts had turned to fantasies of Warrick touching me, and I’d liked it, but then I’d felt guilty for thinking about him that way.
