The Release

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Warning

*Mature Content*

When Harley dropped me off from school on Friday, Wayne was already at my house. I walked into the kitchen and set my backpack down on the counter, where he was cutting up strawberries. I stood behind him, reached around his body and stole one. I leaned up against the semi-island next to him.

"Where's Simon?" I asked Wayne, looking up at him innocently. He glanced at me and the fruit I was twirling my fingers around the tip of.

"He's changing." Wayne cleared his throat. "I'm gonna introduce him to the boys."

I groaned and he furrowed his brows. "What?"

"Oh, nothing."

"Spit it out, Freeman."

I took a deep breath, trying to focus on the subject and not what he just said. My dirty mind. I ate the strawberry I held and stole another one.

"They're all assholes," I admitted. Simon would fit right in, I thought.

"All of us?" Wayne asked incredulously, cutting a strawberry in half.

"No, them. You're more of a dick." I pushed off the counter and went to the fridge.

"Oh, really?" I looked over my shoulder and one of his eyebrows was raised. He set down the knife and I faced him. Wayne held my chin with one finger and slid his thumb over my bottom lip. I dropped my jaw while butterflies fluttered in my stomach.

"I thought you liked my-"

A door squeaked open. I spun on my heel and looked in the refrigerator.

"No, we don't have whipped cream," I improvised. "Maybe you have some at your house. You should go home and find out."

I shut the fridge door aggressively. I didn't spare Wayne a look as I sat in a bar stool. Everytime he does something sexy in the kitchen, we get interrupted before he can put me on the counter and fuck me. Life is so hard.

"So, where are we going?" Simon asked him and ignored me. He wore an Adidas shirt with ripped jeans and Nike shoes. His fashion sense is questionable.

"It's a place called-"

"Don't you dare say Hooters," I interrupted. For Simon's 17th birthday dinner last month, we went to Hooters. It was impossible to sit through a couple hours of him non-stop staring at the waitress' breasts.

"It's not Hooters," Wayne said, rolling his eyes. He turned to Simon and whispered, "I'll tell you in the car."

"Alright, lets go." Simon walked backward toward the front door.

"Wait for me," Wayne threw his keys to him, "I need to clean this up." He waved his hand over the cutting board with the sliced strawberries.

Simon nodded and exited the house.

"Shall we say 11 pm?" Wayne smirked at me while washing his dishes. What is he talking about? 11 pm- oh yeah.

"Perfect," I looked him up and down. "Come through the window."

He bit his lip and set the dishes in the strainer. Wayne put the strawberries in tupperware, sprinkled sugar on top and placed them in the fridge. I thought he would take them with him, but he was just being adorable.

"By the way, I do like it," I confessed seductively. I licked my lips and stepped towards him, putting my hands on his chest. "But, just wait till tonight."