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told me, you’d probably have to kill me, but I don’t really want to know anyway ‘cos I’m kinda a wuss. But if those women rejected you because of your hand, they’re complete morons. Seriously.” Cheyenne closed her eyes, still feeling dizzy, and at the same time wanting to concentrate on the feel of Faulkner’s skin against her own, and brought his hand to her cheek, missing the look of endearment on Dude’s face.
“Your skin is so soft, except here.” Cheyenne rubbed her face against his scars. “It’s rough and where your fingers were, the skin is raised and bumpy. It feels so good against my skin. It’s like a massager. I can only imagine what it’d feel like…”
Cheyenne stopped abruptly and Dude could see her blushing. Was she really going to say what he thought she was? “Go on, Shy, this I want to hear.”
Cheyenne let go of his hand, but Dude continued to brush his fingers against her cheek.
“Uh, anyway, those women were idiots.”
“God, you’re fucking sweet.”
Cheyenne opened her eyes and saw the intensity in Faulkner’s. She wanted to close her eyes, the cab of the truck was filled with a weird vibe, but she couldn’t.
They stared at each other for a moment before Dude’s hand left her cheek and went behind her neck. He pulled her toward him and kissed her forehead and stayed close with his lips resting against her for a moment, before pulling away.
“Let’s get you home, Cinderella, before the clock strikes midnight.”
“I love that story,” Cheyenne sighed dreamily.
“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” Dude said absently as he started up his truck and headed out of the parking lot.
Cheyenne giggled at his words and fell silent.
“Where am I going, Shy?”
“To my apartment.”
“Yeah, I got that, but where is that?”
“Oh. Shit. These are some crazy drugs.”
“Yeah.” Dude waited a beat, then reminded her of his question.
“Sorry. I live at Oak Tree Apartments on Copper and Fifth.”
“I know where that is. Thanks, I’ll get you there. What apartment?”
Cheyenne turned to him again and teased, “Are you sure you’re not a serial killer?”
Dude laughed at her again. “I’m sure.”
“Okay, I’m 513 in building four.”
“Close your eyes, Shy, I’ll get us there in a bit. You rest and I’ll wake you up once we’ve arrived.”
Cheyenne did as Faulkner said. She closed her eyes again and relaxed into the seat. “Thank you for the ride, Faulkner. I didn’t have anyone else to call.” She couldn’t stop the words.
“You’re more than welcome. Now shush.”
Cheyenne smiled, but didn’t open her eyes. Her head was swirling too much to fall asleep, but it was heavenly to be able to relax and not worry about anything for a while.
Chapter Five
Cheyenne opened her eyes and groaned. She knew exactly where she was and everything she’d said and done the night before. She would’ve been happy if she could’ve forgotten it all, but she wasn’t so lucky.
Last night, Faulkner had pulled up to her apartment building and helped her out of the car. He’d half carried, half walked, her up to her apartment and taken her keys out of her hand when she couldn’t seem to get the key into the lock.
Cheyenne was embarrassed Faulkner had seen her apartment. She was a slob, as he’d claimed to be. She knew it, but it was her little secret. Not anymore. She wasn’t going to agree with him when he’d talked about how he didn’t like to pick up his clothes from the floor. It was somewhat manly and macho when a man did it, but when a woman had a messy house, somehow it was pathetic. Faulkner had opened her door and laughed outright at seeing her mess. Cheyenne had tried to explain when she was home from work she just never felt like cleaning or picking up around her apartment, but he just laughed off her explanations.
“The two of us together would be a mess. But at least I know you aren’t perfect now, Shy.”
Cheyenne had
“Your skin is so soft, except here.” Cheyenne rubbed her face against his scars. “It’s rough and where your fingers were, the skin is raised and bumpy. It feels so good against my skin. It’s like a massager. I can only imagine what it’d feel like…”
Cheyenne stopped abruptly and Dude could see her blushing. Was she really going to say what he thought she was? “Go on, Shy, this I want to hear.”
Cheyenne let go of his hand, but Dude continued to brush his fingers against her cheek.
“Uh, anyway, those women were idiots.”
“God, you’re fucking sweet.”
Cheyenne opened her eyes and saw the intensity in Faulkner’s. She wanted to close her eyes, the cab of the truck was filled with a weird vibe, but she couldn’t.
They stared at each other for a moment before Dude’s hand left her cheek and went behind her neck. He pulled her toward him and kissed her forehead and stayed close with his lips resting against her for a moment, before pulling away.
“Let’s get you home, Cinderella, before the clock strikes midnight.”
“I love that story,” Cheyenne sighed dreamily.
“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” Dude said absently as he started up his truck and headed out of the parking lot.
Cheyenne giggled at his words and fell silent.
“Where am I going, Shy?”
“To my apartment.”
“Yeah, I got that, but where is that?”
“Oh. Shit. These are some crazy drugs.”
“Yeah.” Dude waited a beat, then reminded her of his question.
“Sorry. I live at Oak Tree Apartments on Copper and Fifth.”
“I know where that is. Thanks, I’ll get you there. What apartment?”
Cheyenne turned to him again and teased, “Are you sure you’re not a serial killer?”
Dude laughed at her again. “I’m sure.”
“Okay, I’m 513 in building four.”
“Close your eyes, Shy, I’ll get us there in a bit. You rest and I’ll wake you up once we’ve arrived.”
Cheyenne did as Faulkner said. She closed her eyes again and relaxed into the seat. “Thank you for the ride, Faulkner. I didn’t have anyone else to call.” She couldn’t stop the words.
“You’re more than welcome. Now shush.”
Cheyenne smiled, but didn’t open her eyes. Her head was swirling too much to fall asleep, but it was heavenly to be able to relax and not worry about anything for a while.
Chapter Five
Cheyenne opened her eyes and groaned. She knew exactly where she was and everything she’d said and done the night before. She would’ve been happy if she could’ve forgotten it all, but she wasn’t so lucky.
Last night, Faulkner had pulled up to her apartment building and helped her out of the car. He’d half carried, half walked, her up to her apartment and taken her keys out of her hand when she couldn’t seem to get the key into the lock.
Cheyenne was embarrassed Faulkner had seen her apartment. She was a slob, as he’d claimed to be. She knew it, but it was her little secret. Not anymore. She wasn’t going to agree with him when he’d talked about how he didn’t like to pick up his clothes from the floor. It was somewhat manly and macho when a man did it, but when a woman had a messy house, somehow it was pathetic. Faulkner had opened her door and laughed outright at seeing her mess. Cheyenne had tried to explain when she was home from work she just never felt like cleaning or picking up around her apartment, but he just laughed off her explanations.
“The two of us together would be a mess. But at least I know you aren’t perfect now, Shy.”
Cheyenne had
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