Chapter 32: Sexual moment
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"I'd like to go," I told Drake softly.
His heated gaze turned to pure worry. "You okay?."
I nodded, keeping my memories to myself. "Fine, I'm just really tired all of a sudden." It was a total lie but I wasn't ready to share that part of my life, if I ever would be able to, and definitely not right now.
But then Deb came out along with who I assume was the cook. He was a big, burly man who looked angry with the drunk men standing in there lobby.
One of them held their hands up in surrender. "No trouble here. We just need some coffee to go." He seemed to be the level headed one out of the bunch and I found that I couldn't tear my eyes from the scene.
Drake went to stand up but my Instincts took over and I grabbed his arm, pulling him back toward me. He didn't need to get in the middle of this. Besides, it looked as if they were going to settle down, grab their coffee, and go on their way.
And that's exactly what happened.
When the restaurant went back to it's blissful silence, I calmed down tremendously but still wanted to leave. Deb came over with our food in a sack and my eyes stared at the label on a can of whipped cream that I could see through the bag. But that mood was gone and I just wanted to go home.
Drake led me from our booth toward the front door, saying a sweet goodbye to Deb as I tried my best to put on a smile and wished her a goodnight. We made it back to Drake's car, an expensive Audi before he took off down the highway.
I didn't and couldn't say a word. My nerves had spiked back there and now I was feeling the exhaustion from it. I was also a little embarrassed from it and knew Drake probably had a ton of questions; ones I didn't have an answer to.
"You good?" He finally asked, breaking the silence in the car as I noticed him turn onto our road.
"Fine," I replied the moment he pulled into my driveway. My heart raced knowing he'd ask about dessert and whether or not he would be coming in with me or not, but then he completely surprised me.
Reaching into the back seat, he grabbed a box from the bag and handed it to me. He didn't mention the whipped cream or dessert, just simply handed me my food and gave me a sympathetic smile.
Damn it! Even though Jason was long gone from my life, he was still somehow screwing everything up for me. And I was letting him.
"Thanks," I grabbed the box, opened the door, and then stopped when I was halfway out. "I'm sorry about that back there. I just..."
He cut me off, making my heart swoon. "You don't need to explain, Lynn. I get that something sparked a dark memory for you. Go take a shower, eat that delicious food, and get some rest."
How can I not invite him in after that? He was being incredibly sweet and understanding about everything. I probably just gave him half an erection back at the restaurant with my dessert comment and he wasn't the least bit angry that I no longer had a sweet tooth. He was absolutely amazing and I was walking away.
With my tail between my legs, I went inside, put the food in the fridge, and climbed the steps to the shower. I was completely numb as I turned on the hot water, got undressed, and stepped beneath the steaming water. Tears that I haven't shed in months came pouring out of me and I just let it all out. Every frustration, fear, and anger I've ever felt toward Jason came out in these tears. And I needed this purge, it felt good to let it all go as I watched my tears wash down the drain with my sorrows.
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DRAKE'S POV
That had to have been the strangest night of my life. One minute we're having a nice time and then the next, we're both experiencing emotions neither of us clearly wanted to discuss with the other. I didn't urge her to tell me what was wrong because I had my own skeletons in my closet. Which reminds me, when I get my hands on Dakota, she won't hear the end of it. I went out of my way to get her that job to help her clean her act up and then she goes MIA? Nah, that's going to be dealt with in the morning; even I have to hunt her down and drag her back to reality by the back of her hair.
But I'm seriously troubled by the haunted look in Lynn's eyes the moment those drunk men came into the restaurant. I clearly know nothing about the woman but it was obvious that they struck a nerve. She had pure fear in her eyes and all I wanted to do was wrap my arms around her and tell her that everything would be okay, but I didn't know that either. I don't know a thing about her past but I do remember Luis mentioning something about it. What the hell has Lynn gone through? But it's not my place to push her. I will never push her to tell me anything she doesn't want to.
