Page 9 of Don't Fall for the Goalie
I pull in and head to the drive-through to order. I open my mouth and order her damn drink for her like it’s my own.
Then I fumble with my own drink order.
It’s her fault. She’s a distraction.
She leans over me, long blonde hair tickling my skin, and points at the menu.
“Oh. Can I get the chocolate pistachio loaf, too?” She glances at me. “I’ll give you money.”
I glare at her before ordering two of them, then drive forward.
“Hand me money, and I’ll put you over my knee,” I say when we get to the window.
She looks visibly startled... and slightly turned on.
“But I owe you for?—”
“No, Peyton. You don’t owe me a damn thing.” I twist in my seat and look at her. “This isn’t transactional. It’s not some quid-pro-quo manipulation bullshit. It’s help.”
She stares at me with those pouty pink lips slightly parted, and I really want to fucking taste her again.
Stop it. You’ll ruin her.
Luckily, the window opens, and the clerk takes my card, then hands me our food and drinks.
When Peyton takes her coffee and bag from me, her fingers graze mine, and the damn tingling starts. Again.
Only this time, I jerk away before I do something stupid.
During the drive home, I internally berate myself for telling her to stay with me, justifying it by reminding myself she has no one else.
No parents. No siblings.
Just like me.
That’s the only reason I’m doing this.
Right?
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PEYTON
When Daltyn turns onto a road I hadn’t noticed through all the trees, I clutch my coffee cup tighter and begin to worry.
Where the hell is he taking me?
The road is paved, winding through the forest with thick trees and brush on either side of us. Glimpses of sunlight dapple over the back of my hand.
“Um... Daltyn?”
He glances over at me, baby blues shining. He chuckles at the look on my face.
“Relax, Peyton. You trust me, right?”
I stare into his blue eyes for another beat before I nod. “I do.”
“Good. Now look straight ahead.”
