GAGE

29| w o r s t

Gage's car is still outside when I pull in.

As I had suspected, he is unfortunately awake.

I made sure to leave the packet Rich gave me in my car so Gage doesn't see it.

He's smoking by the window as usual.

"Shriveling up your lungs again, I see." My legs take me to him after I put my hat on the counter.

"I have to die somehow." He shrugs.

"You're not dying, you're killing yourself."

"Same thing." He shrugs.

"We have to go somewhere today." He says after throwing the cigarette out the window.

"We?" I quirk a brow.

"Yes."

"Why are you being so weird?" I sit next to him and poke his cheek.

What if he knows?

"You're being weird." He grabs my waist.

I laugh and put my hand over his face.

"I like you're laugh." He smirks.

I roll my eyes, "You've told me that already."

"That doesn't mean I can't tell you again," He smirks, "You don't believe me?"

"No." I shake my head and try to get up, but he pulls me onto his lap.

"Well I do." He puts his chin on my shoulder after kissing my jaw.

"You're definitely being weird. You're usually not this nice." I lean back on his chest.

"I'm nice." He defends.

"I'm nice." I correct.

He raises an eyebrow.

"Actually... One time I yelled at a-" I push my hair back, "a homeless man because I almost tripped over his legs, but they were in the middle of the sidewalk and I was wearing really cute shoes." I reason.

"I'm not that mean anymore though. I stopped being a horrendous human when I met you. I guess you're mean enough for the both of us." I continue.

"Is that the worst thing you've done? That's nothing." He boasts.

"I've done a lot of really bad things." I defend.

"Like what?" He challenges.

"Like... Well I can't think of anything right now, but I'll think of one." I turn to straddle him.

"If you have to think that hard for one thing, you're not bad enough, sweetheart." He teases.

"I don't want to know the worst thing you've ever done."

"I don't want you to know." He squeezes my side.

I can't tell if he's serious or if he's joking.

"Would you ever tell me?" I ask, curious. I twirl the hair on the nape of his neck between my fingers.

"Maybe." He shrugs.

"Why, because I'd hate you, as you would say?" I brush his hair back.

When he doesn't reply I ask, "Can I braid your hair?" I run my fingers through it. It's barely long enough.

I remember when Harry Styles had braids in his hair, but no one will look as good as him.

"What? No, absolutely not." He pushes my hand away from his hair.

"Why not?" My face distorts.

•   •   •

Gage told me I have to get ready for whatever it is he's taking me to. He didn't give me anything to wear this time so I think of what to wear while I shower.

I hear footsteps come into the bathroom.

I look behind the blurred glass door and see Gage. "I thought you left..." I slide the door closed and rinse my body off one last time before turning the water off.

"I did, but now I'm back." He replies.

I reach for my towel draped over the shower door, but it's not there.

"Gage, give me back my damn towel." I groan.

He chuckles before walking out of the room.

"Gage!" I yell after him.

I roll my eyes and curse at myself for leaving all my other towels in the laundry room.

"Can I have my towel back?" I cross my arms over my chest and cross my legs.

"What towel?" he smirks.

"Really?" I tilt my head.

"Fine, but first lay on your back." He instructs. "Go on."

I do as he says.

"Open your legs." He watches me from the mirror on my dresser.

He kneels at the end of the bed and puts my legs over his shoulders.

He plants a kiss on my wet spot. Well all of me is wet.

"You're so wet, Josie." He mumbles into me.

"I just got out of the shower." I remind him and he smirks before circling his tongue over my slit. I clutch his hair and bite my lip.

He runs his finger up and down before bringing it up my mouth. I lap his fingers and wink at him.

He chuckles and I push his head down.

My core tightens when his long fingers enter me. He pumps them into me and my legs stiffen.

He pushes my legs down to the bed and I come undone quickly.

He gets up and I try to catch my breath.

He licks the moisture from his fingers before walking out, "Hurry up."

He still didn't give me my towel.

When I'm done getting dressed I turn on my curling iron and do my makeup.

I part my hair in the middle which I rarely do and curl it when I'm done.

My black long sleeved crop top clings to my torso and the matching black circle skirt barely covers my butt.

I put on my thigh high black boots and meet Gage downstairs.

He raises an eyebrow, "Could you be any more distracting?"

I roll my eyes, "You always think I'm distracting. Where are we going anyways?"

"I may have to reconsider since every man can see up your ass." He smacks my butt under my skirt as I walk out the front door and he closes it behind him.