Escape In You (13 page)

“I don’t usually wait this long,” she says. She rests her forehead against mine and closes her eyes.

“Should I take that as an insult?”

She shakes her head, a small smile on her lips. I want to kiss her so bad, but I want her to explain what she meant first.

“I mess around with guys when I’m bored or feel like I need a distraction. And it’s usually pretty lame, to be honest. Like…I don’t know, like it’s just a way to pass time. Or forget about all the shit in my life for a little while.”

I nod against her forehead. “That sounds pretty familiar.”

Her next words are so soft I’m not sure she really said them. “It’s different with you.”

My eyes snap open. “Yeah?”

She nods, and I see some color creeping up her neck. “Kissing you never feels like passing time. And it certainly never feels lame.”

My chest swells a little bit. Apparently I blow her other kissing partners out of the water. I can deal with that.

“But as great as that is, it scares me.”

“Why?”

“Because if just kissing you makes me feel all these things, what will it be like if we go farther?”

I can’t help a grin. “Only one way to find out.”

She laughs, pulling back so she can look me full in the face. “I’m serious, Taylor. You scare me.”

That sobers me up real fast. “You have nothing to be scared of with me,” I say, my voice low and firm. “Nothing. I would never hurt you.”

Her smile turns sad again. “You can’t promise that. Feelings are dangerous. Getting attached means it’s easy to get hurt, whether you mean to or not.”

“Zoe—”

“Sometimes I think it’d be better if I just walk away right now.”

Her words send a jolt of fear through me. The idea of her walking away is incomprehensible, and since we’ve only known each other for a few weeks, that fact scares me.

“Hey.” I grab her hands and hold on, as if afraid she’ll disappear right now. “There’s nothing to be scared of. We’re taking it slow. You were pretty clear in the park that night—you just want some fun. I’m happy to oblige.”

She watches me intently for a minute before relaxing. “Yeah. Fun is good.”

She leans in to kiss me, and I’m relieved. I’ve managed to keep her from bolting, as least for now.

But, at the same time, I’m freaked out by my reaction. What Zoe said about feeling too much is absolutely right—it can ruin you. Letting people in, letting yourself get attached, is just about the riskiest thing you can do. I’ve spent the last four years doing everything I could to make sure I don't fall victim to another human being.

And I know—even as I kiss her, even as her hands grip my hair and it feels so damn good—that I’m way beyond the point of casual fun with her. No matter what I might have said to her, this isn’t just a summer fling for me, not anymore. I’m not sure what it is, but I do know it’s turning into something big.

That’s probably why I stop her hand when it goes for my zipper a few minutes later. “We’ll take it slow,” I remind her and move her hand back to my hair. “Let’s just enjoy this part for a little while. Fun, remember?”

She smiles and returns to our kiss, but I feel like an ass. I’ve been dreaming about her hands in my pants for the past three weeks, and I pretty much just turned her down—though she doesn’t seem offended by it. The real reason I refused her has nothing to do with taking it slow or focusing on the fun.

The truth is, I don’t want to have sex with Zoe. I mean, I do—of course I do. She’s ridiculously hot and her kisses make me feel like I’m on fire. I think about having sex with her pretty much all the time. But I want it to be more than that. I want it to be real. For the first time in my life, I want it to mean something.

And I want her to want that too.

Chapter Ten

Zoe

I spend the night with Taylor. We don’t have sex, but we do sleep together, curled up in his bed with the windows open. I wake up the next morning to the feel of his arms wrapped tightly under my breasts, exactly where they’d been when I fell asleep the night before. That he held me all night without moving gives me a rush of pleasure that I try to tamp down. We were both clear last night—this is just fun. No need to get all sappy about it.

“You’re awake,” he murmurs behind me, brushing my hair behind my ear.

“Morning.” I’ve never woken up with a guy before, and I’m not really sure how to act. When I’m with someone, I’m usually out the door pretty much right after the condom comes off. The morning after is completely unfamiliar.

He rises up on one elbow and looks down on me, his eyes raking up and down my body in a pair of his boxers and a way-too-big t-shirt. He nods. “Yup, just what I thought. You’re gorgeous in the morning, too.”

I laugh, any sense of awkwardness vanishing. Apparently Taylor makes me just as comfortable first thing in the morning as he does the rest of the time. I look up at him, and my stomach clenches. Talk about gorgeous in the morning. He slept in a pair of old sweats, no shirt, and his bare chest takes my breath away. Smooth and tanned, his body is cut. I want to rub my hands over his six pack, his chest, his biceps, want to trace his vivid tattoos.

His hair is more mussed up than usual, and a fine layer of dark stubble covers his chin. The effect is sexy as hell—but that’s not unusual with him. What surprises me is the way his open, relaxed face and sleep-heavy eyes make him seem younger, innocent. It tugs at my heart, making me want to kiss him and hold him close.

“You hungry?” I ask instead, determined not to embarrass myself. Last night I’d almost told him how I’m starting to feel about him, and he had responded by reminding me that this was just supposed to be fun. I won't make that mistake again.

“Yeah.” He rolls off the bed, stretching and giving me the opportunity to admire his bare back and the tats that dot his shoulders. “What do you feel like?”

“How many tattoos do you have?” I ask. It’s hard to concentrate on things like food when a man as gorgeous as Taylor is standing in front of me without his shirt on.

He turns to face me. “About a half dozen.”

“Show me.”

He comes and stands next to my side of the bed. I sit up, and his torso is just about eye-level. Which is also kissing level, and I have to fight to keep from running my tongue along his chest.

He shows me his left arm. “So there’s the half sleeve here,” he says. All trace of little-boy cuteness has left his face now. He’s all man, dark and teasing. My heart rate picks up a little. His sizable bicep is covered with a collage of brightly hued leaves, vines, fish, flowers, and bold geometric designs. I’ve admired the edges of this tattoo many times as it peeked out from the sleeves of his t-shirts. “I’ve been working on this for a while. My buddy Ed adds to it when I think of something else. Eventually it will probably be a full sleeve.”

I trace my fingers along the tendrils. “It’s really nice. The colors are so vivid.”

“I did the original sketch.”

I look up into his eyes. “Really? Wow.”

“It’s more personal to me that way. Ed is good at collaborating. I draw something up for him, and he lets me know if he thinks it will work on skin or what we need to change.”

“Have you ever thought of getting into tattoos yourself?”

He laughs. “I’ve tried. I suck.” I give him a skeptical look, finding that hard to believe. How could he suck at anything? “I really do. It’s a totally different skill set than the art I do.”

“What else?” I ask, eager to examine more of him. He turns slightly so his side is in my face and raises his arm. Scripted words trail all the way down to his hip and across the edges of his ribs. “What is it?”

“A line of a song.” Before I can read the words, or even ask what the song is, he’s turning to show me his back. On the left shoulder is a devilish figure, red and dark. The right is an angel outlined in silver. “I’m extending these, too. Once I get the design the way I want it they’ll meet in the middle and be a full piece.”

I stand up to get a better look, running my fingers along his shoulders. He shudders, and I feel a rush of pure, feminine power. Standing on my tiptoes, I kiss the angel. Taylor groans and turns around, grabbing me and pulling me into a deep kiss.

I moan into his mouth, beyond turned on. I want to continue my exploration of his skin, but, at the same time, I want him to never stop kissing me. “I only saw four,” I whisper against his mouth. “You said you had six.”

“Fuck the tattoos.” His voice is low and raspy and sends shivers right down to my toes. I smile, and he takes the opportunity to plunge his tongue into my mouth. The way it feels as it rubs against mine has me panting and calculating the most efficient way to get him out of his sweat pants.

Of course my phone would ring right at that moment. I groan and pull back, but Taylor doesn’t let me go. “If you value my sanity, you’ll ignore the damn phone.”

“Sorry,” I say, and give him a gentle shove so he’ll release me. It might be my mom or Jerry, and I’ve already been irresponsible by staying away all night.

I find my phone on the bedside table and answer on the last ring. “Morning, slut,” Ellie greets me cheerily.

I roll my eyes though I know she can’t see me. “Shut up.”

“I’m coming to get you. I need sustenance.”

I look over at Taylor, who’s standing there in all his half-naked glory, the evidence of his desire to take things further obvious in his sweats. “I’m not at home,” I say.

“Where are you?”

I brace myself for her reaction. “Taylor’s.”

Sure enough, she screams in my ear. “You
are
a slut!” she says gleefully. “I’m so proud. Bring the man hunk with you, if you must. I’ll get Everett and Hunter, too.”

I hold the phone away from my mouth. “Wanna go get breakfast?”

He’s clearly disappointed, but he nods. “Yeah.”

I grin thankfully and tell Ellie we’ll meet her at the Burrito Barn in twenty. “Sorry,” I tell him. “But it’s probably for the best.”

“Yeah, tell that to my junk,” he mutters as he walks to the bathroom. I laugh and gather up my jeans and bra. Before we leave, I call home, surprised when my mom actually answers. “Hi, sweetie.”

“Hey, Mom.” I try not to start worrying. “How are you?”

“I’m feeling okay. Much better than last night. I think that lovely dinner you made really helped.”

My stomach sinks at her hopeful tone. She wants so badly to be well, for me to stop worrying. “That’s great, Mom.” I try to keep my voice bright. “Is Jerry home?”

“No, he’s already gone in to work.” I don’t know if I should be relieved or not. He’s not there to make things worse, but he’s also not there to check on her. Realizing that I should probably skip breakfast and go home, I start looking for my shoes.

“How’s Ellie? Did you girls have a good night?” I wince again. Any time I spend the night away from home my mom assumes I’m at Ellie’s. I feel guilty for how much she trusts me. “Yeah, Mom, it was fine. Look, I’m on my way, okay? I’ll be home in just a few.”

“Oh, sweetie, you don’t have to do that. Don’t you have class?”

“It’s Saturday, Mom. I only have class during the week.” I’ve told her this a hundred times. But she never remembers. It makes me wonder how much she actually hears when she’s feeling like this.

“Then go out and enjoy your day off,” she insists. “I’m fine, Zoe. I really do feel much better today. I think I’ll take a nice walk and read for a while.”

“I’ll join you.”

“Zoe, please.” Her voice changes slightly, sounding sadder. “I want to feel like I can get through a day on my own. If you come home right now I’ll just feel guilty.”

I freeze, indecision seizing me. I don’t want to make her feel like an invalid, she certainly gets enough of that. More than that, I want to believe that she’s okay, that leaving her for an afternoon is really no big deal.

“Do something fun,” she says. “It’s such a nice day. I know I’ve been…not myself, lately, but don’t think I don’t know how much time you’ve been wasting in this house this summer.”

“Okay, Mom. I’ll go out with some friends for breakfast. Would you mind if I call Mrs. Johnson and ask her to just stop by later?” Mrs. Johnson is our next door neighbor and a total life saver. She checks on my mom when I’m at school and Jerry is at work. She was the one that convinced me I should start taking classes this year. Mom had been in a pretty good place last August, and the two of them had joined forces to convince me that they could handle things while I was at school.

My mom laughs, and my heart swells. It’s been a while since I’ve heard that sound. “That would be fine,” she says. “I’ll make her tea. I could use a chat with someone my own age.”

There’s a lump in my throat. She sounds so much like herself, like the
real
her. I almost can’t stand to hear it. It could be taken away so quickly. Still, I can’t help but wish it really will be okay this time. Maybe she
will
be able to stay up long enough to make a cup of tea for an old friend. It hurts my stomach to think of what a big deal that one simple action would be.

“I love you, Mom,” I whisper.

“Oh, Zoe, baby, I love you too. Have fun today, and then come home later and tell me all about it.”

“I will, Mom. I promise.”

I hang up, and it takes me a minute to get myself together. I have to take deep breaths with my eyes closed to keep myself from falling to pieces. When I’m finally calm, I open my eyes and see that Taylor is standing in the doorway to the bedroom, watching me. I blush.

“Bathroom free?” I ask, trying to sound normal.

I try to squeeze by him but he takes my elbow, looking down at me. I’m so close to him in the small doorway that I can feel the heat radiating from his body. “Everything okay?”

I don’t look up into his face, I can’t. I just nod, my head down. “Yup.”

He doesn’t let go right away, obviously not believing me. Finally he sighs and releases me. “Okay.”

***

When we get to the Burrito Barn ten minutes later, Ellie, Hunter, and Everett are already there. Mary, another friend, and her boyfriend Kris are with them in one of the big booths in the back.