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looked at me when I told him I’d hunt him
down. He had that same coiled rage as the douchebag at the party, and Allyson
had the same fear in her eyes that Jackson's mom had. Something about the whole
situation stinks.
I
glance back again and Allyson has wrapped her arms around herself as though
she’s cold. I turn up the heat just in case.
She
looks so sad right now, and I wonder if he was the reason she looked so scared
when I pulled her over. Maybe he was the one she was speeding away from.
I had
a weird feeling in my gut when Simons and I had taken the call about the campus
party getting out of hand. It’s not a small college, so the chances of bumping
into Allyson again were pretty remote, but for some reason, I was kind of
expecting to.
She’s
been on my mind something chronic for days. The taste of her lips, the feel of
her skin. The way her eyes sparkle with mischief but go dark with mystery.
There’s none of that now, though. It’s been replaced with sadness.
We’re
getting close to the road where I pulled her over for speeding. The cruiser's
headlights pierce the darkness. I didn't have a partner that night and although
I love Simons like a brother, I wish he wasn’t sitting next to me right now. If
I was alone with Allyson, I could talk to her. Not in the jokey way we sparred
at the restaurant, but seriously about what is going on with her. She looks
like she needs to talk to someone.
I
glance back at her and our eyes meet in the mirror and I’m hit with a bolt of
electricity that I feel in my balls. Her eyes seem wild and fearful. I can feel
anxiety rolling off her in waves. I wish I knew her better so that I’d know
what her expression meant.
Simons
starts talking in a hushed tone, complaining about college students and what a
waste of police time it is trying to keep them from drinking themselves into an
early grave. He’s writing notes on our callout, which will make the paperwork
easier to deal with later.
"You
sure you want to go to your dorm and not home?" I ask Allyson. I don’t
like the idea of dropping her off at some impersonal college block without any
family around her.
She
nods and I think I see her take a deep breath.
“Mom’s
not home so I’ll be on my own wherever I go,” she says. Her voice is small and
it wraps my heart with a sensation that feels dark and hollow.
"Campus
it is, then. Which dorms?" I ask, trying to sound upbeat. I don’t want her
to cry in the back of my cruiser when all my attention needs to be focused on
driving.
"Dixon.
Do you know where it is?"
I
nod, taking the next left and we speed down a street with lights lining the
road. It’s eerily empty at this time of night. Waiting at traffic lights for
the signal to turn green seems pointless and I wish I could set my lights
flashing and breeze through, but getting Allyson home isn’t exactly a life or
death emergency. On the short drive to the dorms, we don't encounter another
car and Simons is almost nodding off in the passenger seat next to me.
I
bring the car to a stop in front of her dorm and mumble that I’m walking
Allyson to her door. Simons nods sleepily and remains in the car. I get out and
go around to open the back door, holding it open for Allyson. She looks like
she’s pleased to get out, even though she’s done nothing wrong. I’ve never sat
in the back of a squad car but I can imagine there must be something unpleasant
about it. She takes my hand, and her slim fingers curl around mine in a way
that makes me think of sex.
Even
though the timing is totally inappropriate, everything about her makes me think
of sex, from her plump lips to the way she walks and smells. My dick twitches
and I feel decidedly uncomfortable about my reactions to her right now. She’s
looking at my hand as though the contact between us feels good to her too. She
sighs softly as I pull away as if she regrets the loss of my touch. With dark
circles shadowing her eyes and a slight slump to her usual
down. He had that same coiled rage as the douchebag at the party, and Allyson
had the same fear in her eyes that Jackson's mom had. Something about the whole
situation stinks.
I
glance back again and Allyson has wrapped her arms around herself as though
she’s cold. I turn up the heat just in case.
She
looks so sad right now, and I wonder if he was the reason she looked so scared
when I pulled her over. Maybe he was the one she was speeding away from.
I had
a weird feeling in my gut when Simons and I had taken the call about the campus
party getting out of hand. It’s not a small college, so the chances of bumping
into Allyson again were pretty remote, but for some reason, I was kind of
expecting to.
She’s
been on my mind something chronic for days. The taste of her lips, the feel of
her skin. The way her eyes sparkle with mischief but go dark with mystery.
There’s none of that now, though. It’s been replaced with sadness.
We’re
getting close to the road where I pulled her over for speeding. The cruiser's
headlights pierce the darkness. I didn't have a partner that night and although
I love Simons like a brother, I wish he wasn’t sitting next to me right now. If
I was alone with Allyson, I could talk to her. Not in the jokey way we sparred
at the restaurant, but seriously about what is going on with her. She looks
like she needs to talk to someone.
I
glance back at her and our eyes meet in the mirror and I’m hit with a bolt of
electricity that I feel in my balls. Her eyes seem wild and fearful. I can feel
anxiety rolling off her in waves. I wish I knew her better so that I’d know
what her expression meant.
Simons
starts talking in a hushed tone, complaining about college students and what a
waste of police time it is trying to keep them from drinking themselves into an
early grave. He’s writing notes on our callout, which will make the paperwork
easier to deal with later.
"You
sure you want to go to your dorm and not home?" I ask Allyson. I don’t
like the idea of dropping her off at some impersonal college block without any
family around her.
She
nods and I think I see her take a deep breath.
“Mom’s
not home so I’ll be on my own wherever I go,” she says. Her voice is small and
it wraps my heart with a sensation that feels dark and hollow.
"Campus
it is, then. Which dorms?" I ask, trying to sound upbeat. I don’t want her
to cry in the back of my cruiser when all my attention needs to be focused on
driving.
"Dixon.
Do you know where it is?"
I
nod, taking the next left and we speed down a street with lights lining the
road. It’s eerily empty at this time of night. Waiting at traffic lights for
the signal to turn green seems pointless and I wish I could set my lights
flashing and breeze through, but getting Allyson home isn’t exactly a life or
death emergency. On the short drive to the dorms, we don't encounter another
car and Simons is almost nodding off in the passenger seat next to me.
I
bring the car to a stop in front of her dorm and mumble that I’m walking
Allyson to her door. Simons nods sleepily and remains in the car. I get out and
go around to open the back door, holding it open for Allyson. She looks like
she’s pleased to get out, even though she’s done nothing wrong. I’ve never sat
in the back of a squad car but I can imagine there must be something unpleasant
about it. She takes my hand, and her slim fingers curl around mine in a way
that makes me think of sex.
Even
though the timing is totally inappropriate, everything about her makes me think
of sex, from her plump lips to the way she walks and smells. My dick twitches
and I feel decidedly uncomfortable about my reactions to her right now. She’s
looking at my hand as though the contact between us feels good to her too. She
sighs softly as I pull away as if she regrets the loss of my touch. With dark
circles shadowing her eyes and a slight slump to her usual
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