In the wake of her father's death, Spencer Edwards' mother packs up their lives from Oxford, England, and moves them to the middle-of-nowhere Texas. With an agitation for agriculture, and a distaste for anything farming, the small town of Cherry Spr...
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Sex and art are the same thing. - Pablo Picasso
Chapter Song - Sour Diesel by ZAYN
"Spencer!" Grandma calls from downstairs. I make my way down, meeting her in the kitchen as she pulls a bunch of bowls out. "We've run out of sugar, could you head over to the Taylor's and ask to borrow some?"
"You can't borrow sugar, Grandma." I tease, and she gives me a playful glare. "Yes, I'll go get some." I tell her, grabbing my phone and keys from the front door, before heading over to the Taylor's house.
It's dark out, with the stars broad and bright, nothing you'd see back in Oxford or London. If you were in the middle of nowhere, sure, you'd be able to see the brightness of these stars. But in the city it's only the building lights you've got to wish upon.
When I knock on the front door, no one answers. I knock again, waiting and waiting, but still, no one answers. No footsteps rush to come open the door, no one calls out to say 'be right there' - it's dead silent.
"Maybe no one is home?" I mutter. Maverick's truck is in the driveway, though. Maybe he can't hear me?
Twisting the doorknob, I find the front door is already unlocked - insane, you couldn't do that in England. I step in quietly and cautiously, closing the door behind me. The light from the kitchen down the hallway gives me some light to see, and I tip-toe to the heart of the house.
And yet again, it's empty.
Though I notice the back door is creaked open, please tell me someone is out back and I'm not wandering in the Taylor's house alone like a creep. But I feel more creepy when I see Maverick on the deck, swarmed in a bath full of ice.
Shirt off, head tilted back, probably wanting to rest his shoulder. Every time I look at his still injured shoulder, the same feelings from that day come scattering back. They've lessened, but the shock waves are still strong.
"Uh, Maverick?" I peak out the back door.
He sits up, meeting my gaze. "Did you walk through the front door?"
I blush, avoiding his gaze. "Who leaves their front door unlocked? It's really your fault, not mine."
"True," he's amused, it's infiltrated onto his lips and face. "Did you need something?"
I step out from the doorway, walking closer to him. He's not completely naked, right? Not that I'd mind at all, but not that I'd prefer it either...
Liar.
"Sugar," I blurt out, feeling the flusteredness crawl into me fast. "I need sugar."
His smile smug, he can tell I'm flustered. "It's in the kitchen, Darlin'. I'm sure you're smart enough to get it yourself." He says.
