In Exchange [H.S.]

IV

• Two Weeks Together •

Walking out of the bathroom after my shower dressed in my usual pair of black ripped skinny jeans and a loose gray t-shirt, I come back out into the room to see Wynnie returning through our door. Just like every morning since we've been here, except for our first morning, she has a bag of food tucked under her arm with a coffee occupying each of her hands. Sometimes she snags the coffee as soon as she comes back with the food, sometimes she brings the bag of food up and then goes back down into the lobby. I watch as she balances everything skillfully so she can turn around and lock the door up properly.

It's not until she starts walking towards our beds that she notices I'm out of the bathroom, where I was just going into before she left.

"Uh, they were out of mushrooms this morning," she says as she sets everything down on the nightstand. "So I only got you green peppers. I hope that's okay."

"It's fine."

I can tell my shortness still hurts her, but it's the way it has to be.

I'd be lying if I said the kiss that we shared last week didn't linger in my head. The softness of her lips, the moans and whimpers that flooded from her chest, and fuck, the way she mindlessly grinded herself against me right before I forced us to part. I know that she was playing it up in the beginning, as was I, but I also know she felt me grow hard against her stomach. I was turned on beyond belief from hearing her and feeling her.

The memory was something I've forced myself to will away several times, but those times late at night when I know she's sleeping, and it somehow crawls its way back into my brain, I have to stop my twitching hand from sliding into my sweatpants to relieve myself. It wouldn't feel right doing that - not when the whole thing probably didn't hold the same weight for her that it did for me.

As I make my way over to my bed, Wynnie finishes plating my food, and she hands it over to me. I mumble a soft 'thank you' as I sit down before grabbing my coffee to take a swig of it. Sure, it's hot, but I need the caffeine fast. I didn't sleep well knowing that we'd be going back to Throttle tonight in order to make our next move.

Thankfully I was able to grab most of my supplies, except my guns, from Archie's before heading out on the road. That allowed me to grab the tracker I'd be putting on someone's car tonight. Our goal was to narrow down whose car would be getting it.

We waited some time after what happened last week to lay low a bit. It would be risky just to show up again the next night and potentially have the whole group realize we were the couple they saw snogging only twenty-four hours prior. I also have a bit of a target on my back considering it's obvious the guy Wynnie killed on our first night was a partner of theirs. We knew that I needed to be extremely careful so that I didn't get recognized again.

I glance over to see that Wynnie only pulls out a couple of pieces of toast with a little plastic container of butter. I watch as she drags the plastic knife over the bread to lather the spread across, and I can see that her hands are shaking.