My insides twisted as I noticed he hadn’t let go of me. Trapped in his fiery gaze, I felt myself crumbling like a stack of playing cards. My gaze flashed as much as meet his.

“I’m sorry, I…”

“Don’t apologize, Nolan. You clear up good too, ,” he mentioned softly, his thumb brushing the underside of my chin as he gazed again at me, his tongue darting out to lick his lips.

Which precipitated my cock to wake the fuck up.

I felt my blush unfold throughout my cheeks, my intuition to show away, however Dawson’s fingers held me in place.

“Are you nervous, Nolan?” His voice was playful, however engaging all the identical. Like yesterday after we’d talked on the telephone.

The reminiscence of that second solely made my cock twitch.

Like an fool I mentioned, “I’m simply… hungry I suppose.”

I used to be hungry. However I wasn’t positive if it was for meals or for… him.

Possibly just a little of each.

A depraved smile graced his lips as he let go of my chin, and I hated that my pores and skin felt colder with out his contact.

“Me too, champ. Let’s go,” He mentioned as he turned away, main me down the corridor to the elevator, my head spinning and my cock aching.

What the fuck have I gotten myself into?

CHAPTER 12

Nolan

I sat in Dawson’s sweet apple crimson truck, feeling like I used to be going to move out. I set my palms on my thighs, if solely so my pants would take up the sweat from my palms.

Dawson crawled into the driving force’s seat, and cranking the ignition. Music blared from the audio system, some Nickelback track that I didn’t know all of the lyrics to.

“Are you going to inform me the place we’re going but? Or are you going to blindfold me?” I drawled sarcastically.

Dawson flashed me a smirk. “That relies upon, would you like me to blindfold you?”

The darkness in his voice known as to my cock like a rattling siren and I shifted in my seat, making an attempt my hardest to quell my burgeoning erection as I seemed out the window so he couldn’t see my blush.

“No, thanks,” I mentioned with a cough and a swallow.

No manner in hell was I strolling into that lure. The very last thing I wanted was to return in my pants sitting subsequent to the person of my goals earlier than we even received to the fucking restaurant.

Christ, I haven’t felt this sexy since I found I preferred cock.

Dawson chuckled as he pulled the automotive out of the Towers car parking zone.

And he didn’t say a phrase. He solely targeted on the highway, his lips pursed. Gone was the playfulness, the attractive banter, and instead was a clumsy rigidity that stuffed the area.

I seemed over at him, questioning if I’d mentioned one thing unsuitable, finished one thing, or if possibly he was simply regretting this complete state of affairs altogether. No matter it was, I made a decision to attempt to break the ice.

The audio system blared with Idea Of A Deadman, which I knew solely as a result of in highschool the man I dated was obsessive about the band. Part of me felt inclined to scoot nearer, to shut the area between us, however I didn’t.

“Are you able to at the least inform me if the place we’re going is shut?” I requested.

Dawson turned briefly to have a look at me.

“A few half hour. Why, you bought another urgent engagement tonight? One other television marathon?” he mentioned, however his voice was not playful or enjoyable. As an alternative, it was changed with a little bit of anger.

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