glancing up, every now and again. “I don’t give a rat’s ass who Tara bangs or who she doesn’t. Jared can have her because I don’t fucking want her.”
My head snaps up, looking at Shawn’s face in the mirror. It’s unreadable with the black sun glasses he’s wearing and I can’t tell if he sees me, but when his palm connects down on his steering wheel, that tells me he knows I was listening and heard him loud and clear.
“Good, then you won’t care if I hit it either.”
What?
Oh, I pretty sure Mason’s going to be the one to get hit, right in his penis.
My eyes lower to see Mason reaching for his cup that is sitting in the cup holder, between him and Shawn. Shawn grasps onto his wrist before he is able to retrieve the cup. My eyes go back up to the mirror. Shawn’s jaw is locked tight.
“Touch her and I’ll break your dick, rendering it inoperable.” Shawn releases Mason’s wrist, but Mason doesn’t respond to his threat. When I look in Mason’s direction, he’s bringing the cup to his lips to hide curve of a smirk on this face.
Men are complicated, so much more than women.
Mason isn’t interested in me; at least I don’t think he is. I mean, I haven’t thought of him that way, really, and I don’t want to.
I’m not even sleeping with Jared, anymore. Not that I’ve told Jared that, and frankly I’m avoiding that conversation. I wish I liked him the way I like Shawn, but I don’t. Jared knows what to say to make me feel wanted, and even beautiful. He’s nice to look at, and he’s good in bed, but that’s where it ends. I don’t feel anything more when I’m with him, and I want more. I just wish I didn’t want more with the person who doesn’t want anything from me. That was said loud and clear a few moments ago, not that I didn’t already know it because I did, but it still hurts to hear it said from his mouth.
Maybe I should forgo men altogether and jump on the chick bandwagon. They have to be easier.
In one sentence Shawn declares I’m nothing to him. In the next, he has an issue with Mason wanting me. Now that’s something entirely different; what’s up with Mason?
The truck comes to a stop. I look up to see that Shawn has parked in my brother’s driveway.
Thank heavens! After this drive I need a drink! Then again, maybe that’s not why I need a shot of tequila. You should shoot to feel, to experience, and to remember not to forget. I needed this dose of reality. Shawn and I will never be. When am I going to get that through my head?
I pack my laptop away, storing it into my over-sized Coach purse. There is one plus side to my mother, she buys me designer things. I know it’s for her benefit really, but they work in my favor so why should I complain. At least it’s in purple. Nothing makes me happier than the color purple.
Shawn and Mason both open their doors at the same time. I pull my purse onto my shoulder and slide into my boots. I open my door and slide out landing down onto the pavement and into my Tony Lama’s more snuggly.
I shut the door and look up to see Shawn standing in front of me with his tattooed arm rose above his head and the palm of hand clamped onto his neck. He’s looking down at me as if remorseful. His shades are sitting on top of his head so his golden brown eyes are peering into my dark ones. I look away first and go to step around him, but Shawn reaches out with his other hand, placing it on my side to stop me from leaving.
I want to close my eyes so that I can fully take in the feeling of his touch. I don’t. I have to stop this one way or another. I can’t continue having these feeling for him.
“Tara.” The sound of his voice makes this situation worse. I pray Kylie bought enough tequila for the weekend.
“I want to go see my brother, now.” I push his hand away from my body and walk off. Shawn doesn’t stop me again. See what I mean by confusing? Why does he care? If what he said was the way he feels, it shouldn’t
My head snaps up, looking at Shawn’s face in the mirror. It’s unreadable with the black sun glasses he’s wearing and I can’t tell if he sees me, but when his palm connects down on his steering wheel, that tells me he knows I was listening and heard him loud and clear.
“Good, then you won’t care if I hit it either.”
What?
Oh, I pretty sure Mason’s going to be the one to get hit, right in his penis.
My eyes lower to see Mason reaching for his cup that is sitting in the cup holder, between him and Shawn. Shawn grasps onto his wrist before he is able to retrieve the cup. My eyes go back up to the mirror. Shawn’s jaw is locked tight.
“Touch her and I’ll break your dick, rendering it inoperable.” Shawn releases Mason’s wrist, but Mason doesn’t respond to his threat. When I look in Mason’s direction, he’s bringing the cup to his lips to hide curve of a smirk on this face.
Men are complicated, so much more than women.
Mason isn’t interested in me; at least I don’t think he is. I mean, I haven’t thought of him that way, really, and I don’t want to.
I’m not even sleeping with Jared, anymore. Not that I’ve told Jared that, and frankly I’m avoiding that conversation. I wish I liked him the way I like Shawn, but I don’t. Jared knows what to say to make me feel wanted, and even beautiful. He’s nice to look at, and he’s good in bed, but that’s where it ends. I don’t feel anything more when I’m with him, and I want more. I just wish I didn’t want more with the person who doesn’t want anything from me. That was said loud and clear a few moments ago, not that I didn’t already know it because I did, but it still hurts to hear it said from his mouth.
Maybe I should forgo men altogether and jump on the chick bandwagon. They have to be easier.
In one sentence Shawn declares I’m nothing to him. In the next, he has an issue with Mason wanting me. Now that’s something entirely different; what’s up with Mason?
The truck comes to a stop. I look up to see that Shawn has parked in my brother’s driveway.
Thank heavens! After this drive I need a drink! Then again, maybe that’s not why I need a shot of tequila. You should shoot to feel, to experience, and to remember not to forget. I needed this dose of reality. Shawn and I will never be. When am I going to get that through my head?
I pack my laptop away, storing it into my over-sized Coach purse. There is one plus side to my mother, she buys me designer things. I know it’s for her benefit really, but they work in my favor so why should I complain. At least it’s in purple. Nothing makes me happier than the color purple.
Shawn and Mason both open their doors at the same time. I pull my purse onto my shoulder and slide into my boots. I open my door and slide out landing down onto the pavement and into my Tony Lama’s more snuggly.
I shut the door and look up to see Shawn standing in front of me with his tattooed arm rose above his head and the palm of hand clamped onto his neck. He’s looking down at me as if remorseful. His shades are sitting on top of his head so his golden brown eyes are peering into my dark ones. I look away first and go to step around him, but Shawn reaches out with his other hand, placing it on my side to stop me from leaving.
I want to close my eyes so that I can fully take in the feeling of his touch. I don’t. I have to stop this one way or another. I can’t continue having these feeling for him.
“Tara.” The sound of his voice makes this situation worse. I pray Kylie bought enough tequila for the weekend.
“I want to go see my brother, now.” I push his hand away from my body and walk off. Shawn doesn’t stop me again. See what I mean by confusing? Why does he care? If what he said was the way he feels, it shouldn’t
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