opposite direction of the car.
“It’s a good thing we’re nowhere near a bus station then,” Wren observed.
“Please!” I cried. “I can’t walk any further. My clothes already smell musty.”
Wren ignored me, pulling me into a store that could have been duped as a mini Ikea. I was tempted to lounge in a chair that looked like it was crafted haphazardly in the dark, but the moment I began sitting, Wren pulled me up.
“Seriously, please stop acting like a child,” he begged.
Thankfully, Wren didn’t want to see what they had in stock in their back room, so we were well on our way back to the car.
“I’ll take you to one of my favorite restaurants,” Wren said as he buckled his seatbelt.
“Perfect. I came very close to eating the plastic fruit displayed in the last furniture store we were in.”
Within a few minutes, we were seated at a table in a restaurant that looked more expensive than the shoes I was wearing. The people seated around us wore Rolex watches and diamonds so big they practically blinded me from across the room. I was surprised this was one of Wren’s favorite places since it wasn’t a hole in the wall whatsoever.
“This place does not seem like your style,” I said, my eyes darting around the room.
The tables were placed close together. The textured ceiling looked like a modern art piece. There was one wall covered in red wallpaper, adorned with pictures of cartoon zebras and arrows flying in every direction. Very odd.
“It’s definitely not my style, but the food is delicious.”
Over the next two hours, Wren and I gorged on more food than I’d eaten in the last week.Steamed mussels, chilled lobster, and braised short ribs so delicious I could’ve eaten them every day were only my top three dishes. By the time all of the plates were cleared from the table, I couldn’t ever imagine being hungry again.
“Told you the food is incredible,” Wren validated.
“Will you roll me out to your car?”
After Wren had paid and we walked outside, he picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder.
“Put me down!”I declared, laughing uncomfortably as Wren ran across the parking lot.
“You asked for this!”
He gently placed me on the ground when we arrived at his car, leaning down and kissing the side of my cheek. “Thank you for spending the afternoon with me; you were only snarky half the time.” He smiled and kissed my lips passionately, leaving my knees trembling, and I couldn’t help but smile.
By the time we neared his property, the sun had gone down and we were both full and exhausted. We’d never been in an enclosed space together for more than thirty minutes, unable to get out of each other’s faces if we were annoyed. Most of our conversations happened after we’d just had sex or were taking a shower together. Other than last night on the phone, this was the first time we truly communicated with our clothes on.
Wren drove his car up a driveway that had to be at least two miles. By the time we finally reached the ginormous house, I swore another thirty minutes had passed.
“It’s a shame you have to spend every summer in this shithole,” I joked, eyeing the massive brick home.
“You should see Jay and Samson’s places.” Wren was never one to boast about what his family owned. He was grounded thanks to that elephant tattooed on his back.
When we got out of the car, Wren immediately rushed to my side to assist me. The first few times he’d done it, I insisted on opening my own car doors, claiming my independence, but the more he refused to let me, the more I grew to like it.
“Such a gentleman,” I said, kissing his cheek.
“My mom taught me well.” He grasped my hand in his. “So, my parents aren’t here yet...” he trailed off with a salacious wink.
“Does that mean we can have sex in every room of the house? I’m pretty sure that would take at least a week to manage.”
Wren laughed, shaking his head. “Come on, I wanna show you
“It’s a good thing we’re nowhere near a bus station then,” Wren observed.
“Please!” I cried. “I can’t walk any further. My clothes already smell musty.”
Wren ignored me, pulling me into a store that could have been duped as a mini Ikea. I was tempted to lounge in a chair that looked like it was crafted haphazardly in the dark, but the moment I began sitting, Wren pulled me up.
“Seriously, please stop acting like a child,” he begged.
Thankfully, Wren didn’t want to see what they had in stock in their back room, so we were well on our way back to the car.
“I’ll take you to one of my favorite restaurants,” Wren said as he buckled his seatbelt.
“Perfect. I came very close to eating the plastic fruit displayed in the last furniture store we were in.”
Within a few minutes, we were seated at a table in a restaurant that looked more expensive than the shoes I was wearing. The people seated around us wore Rolex watches and diamonds so big they practically blinded me from across the room. I was surprised this was one of Wren’s favorite places since it wasn’t a hole in the wall whatsoever.
“This place does not seem like your style,” I said, my eyes darting around the room.
The tables were placed close together. The textured ceiling looked like a modern art piece. There was one wall covered in red wallpaper, adorned with pictures of cartoon zebras and arrows flying in every direction. Very odd.
“It’s definitely not my style, but the food is delicious.”
Over the next two hours, Wren and I gorged on more food than I’d eaten in the last week.Steamed mussels, chilled lobster, and braised short ribs so delicious I could’ve eaten them every day were only my top three dishes. By the time all of the plates were cleared from the table, I couldn’t ever imagine being hungry again.
“Told you the food is incredible,” Wren validated.
“Will you roll me out to your car?”
After Wren had paid and we walked outside, he picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder.
“Put me down!”I declared, laughing uncomfortably as Wren ran across the parking lot.
“You asked for this!”
He gently placed me on the ground when we arrived at his car, leaning down and kissing the side of my cheek. “Thank you for spending the afternoon with me; you were only snarky half the time.” He smiled and kissed my lips passionately, leaving my knees trembling, and I couldn’t help but smile.
By the time we neared his property, the sun had gone down and we were both full and exhausted. We’d never been in an enclosed space together for more than thirty minutes, unable to get out of each other’s faces if we were annoyed. Most of our conversations happened after we’d just had sex or were taking a shower together. Other than last night on the phone, this was the first time we truly communicated with our clothes on.
Wren drove his car up a driveway that had to be at least two miles. By the time we finally reached the ginormous house, I swore another thirty minutes had passed.
“It’s a shame you have to spend every summer in this shithole,” I joked, eyeing the massive brick home.
“You should see Jay and Samson’s places.” Wren was never one to boast about what his family owned. He was grounded thanks to that elephant tattooed on his back.
When we got out of the car, Wren immediately rushed to my side to assist me. The first few times he’d done it, I insisted on opening my own car doors, claiming my independence, but the more he refused to let me, the more I grew to like it.
“Such a gentleman,” I said, kissing his cheek.
“My mom taught me well.” He grasped my hand in his. “So, my parents aren’t here yet...” he trailed off with a salacious wink.
“Does that mean we can have sex in every room of the house? I’m pretty sure that would take at least a week to manage.”
Wren laughed, shaking his head. “Come on, I wanna show you
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