Boaz exhaled, irritation building as he dragged a hand over his face and turned away from the mirror.
He walked back into the room, grabbing the sheets and pulling them off the bed. He replaced them with clean ones.
When he was done, he climbed back into bed, pulling the pillow close to his chest again.
His jaw tightened as he stared into space, trying hard to forget the fucking dream. But his body still burned, flaming from unfulfilled desire. Despite his efforts, the dream filtered into his mind, sending tingles down his body.
“Fuck,” Boaz groaned turning to his stomach. His hips rocked all on their own fucking into the mattress.
This is fucking crazy, he thought but he didn’t stop.
He fucked into the mattress harder, chasing the pleasure that had flooded his veins in his dream. And when he came again, his entire body shook and his toes curled.
Chapter 10
Boaz
“Oh my God, this is painful to watch. Just go over there and apologize,” Hansel grumbled, dropping down onto the bench beside him. He nudged a plate of food in front of Boaz as he sat.
Boaz didn’t respond. His eyes were fixed on Lyla.
She sat a few tables away, quietly picking at her food, her shoulders slightly slumped, her expression distant. Sad.
And he’d done that.
Boaz forced himself to look away, his chest tightening as he turned to Hansel.
“I’m trying to think of what to say,” he said, his voice low. “And I can’t come up with anything.”
“Stop thinking,” Hansel said, already digging into his food like this wasn’t a big deal. “Just say what you feel. It’s not that hard, Boaz.”
Boaz picked up his fork, pushing the food around his plate. His appetite was gone.
“It is hard for me,” he murmured. “I never say the right things.”
“Then go tell her that you fucked up, and you didn’t mean what you said,” Hansel said simply.
“I…its…” Boaz mumbled incoherently, but before he could make any sense, Hansel went digging into his pocket.
“Here,” he said, pulling out a colorful piece of paper and placing it on the table in front of him.
Boaz glanced down at the flyer.
“The fair’s coming into town next week,” Hansel said. “Use that to break the ice. Apologize, then ask her out.” He shrugged. “Worst thing she can say is no. And if she does, at least you’ll know where you stand.”
Boaz stared at the flyer for a moment, his thumb brushing over the edge of it.
“Are you going?” he asked.
Hansel looked at him sideways. “Do you want me to go?”
“Yes,” Boaz said after a second. “I’ll… tell her how I feel then.”
“Alright,” Hansel said, giving him a firm slap on the back. “Now go. Ask her out.”
Boaz let out a slow breath and pushed himself to his feet, his heart already starting to pound again.
He walked toward Lyla’s table, each step feeling heavy than the last.