[ haha my dad made mine cry within 15 minutes of waking up this morning haha
also PLEASE don't let someone you've only known a few weeks film you masturbating — this may or may not be a chapter summary. but also, emotional intimacy turns Scott on so much ]
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YOU'RE JUST TOO DAMN IMPATIENT.
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"DON'T go," DJ pleaded, her arms wrapped around Scott's waist.
"I gotta, honey."
The following day, Kate finally called Javi and revealed where she'd been the last day. She went home, where Tyler tracked her down. And for some reason, she was requesting Javi bring a copy of their data from the PAR units. Now, Scott was getting ready to leave, and DJ was trying everything in her power to make him stay.
"Javi can apologize to Kate on his own," she insisted.
"But Kate stole his truck. Gotta drive him there so he can bring it back," he explained. "I'll be back tonight. You just be safe chasing today. I don't like the idea of you out there without at least your brother."
"Awe, careful or I'd start to think you were starting to like Ty," she teased, making him roll his eyes. Then she sighed. "Please, just come back to bed. Weather ain't even supposed to get bad until later anyhow. We can just go back to sleep."
"As much as I love that idea," he said with a smirk, "I've got to go. But you get some more sleep. You need it after what happened the other night."
"Fine," she huffed while rolling her eyes. Then she pulled out of his hold, turning away from him.
"Don't roll your eyes at me, Delilah-Jane," he said in a hard tone, crossing his arms.
"Well, you're too busy going off with Javi to do anything about it," she muttered under her breath.
Then, deciding to be mean, she pulled her sundress off, her back still to Scott, whose entire body grew incredibly tense all of a sudden, his eyes glued to her smooth skin — and fuck, if she wasn't wearing a bra.
DJ bent over slowly, picking up one of his discarded t-shirts — the one she'd slept in while wrapped in his arms. After putting it on, she walked pointedly toward the bed and fell face forward on it, curling her arms underneath a pillow, not bothering to pull the blanket up, knowing her ass was on perfect display for him.
It was a long, long moment before she heard Scott's footsteps as he crossed the room, headed her way. And she was glad that the pillow hid her smile, knowing she was going to get what she wanted.
Only to gasp when he suddenly gripped her hair tightly to pull her head back, her back arching to accommodate the uncomfortable position. Her mouth hung open as his lips grazed her neck.
