Thay believed in simple truths. One of them being that blaring music at volume 900 cured awkwardness, anger, and unwanted sex noises. After the seventh Slayer song, I realized I would be on a plane tomorrow for the first time, and there was something I had to do.
“We’re almost there,” he threw me a grin, blinking left to park on the shoulder. “What is it?”
I unlatched my belt and turned; the leather seat sticking to the backs of my thighs.
“Daphne?”
“You know how planes sometimes fall from the sky?” I blinked once, raking my hands through my hair in an awkward tug.
“It is statistically unlikely that is going to happen, Daph.”
“Sure. Statistics! Right. That is what they always say before,” I shuddered, terrified, “kersplat.”
Thay rolled his head back and laughed, filling the car with all my favorite parts of him.
“You will be fine!”
I drew a deep breath, lifting my knees to crawl over the stick shift and onto his lap.
“What the fuck?” He made a face as I worked to straddle him properly. “Daphne,” he said, like a moody professor about to send me to detention.
I blushed, placing my hands on his chest.
“Hi,” I smiled, choking on the last letters as they swelled in my mouth.
Thay’s eyes widened before a smile reached them.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“So, remember that time five girls sucked you off at a party?” I broke the ice, squirming over the tent in his pants in glorious satisfaction. He could pretend he did not desire me, but a part ofhim always would. Besides, I couldn’t leave with everything we had said in his bedroom sticking to me like the end of a Proyas movie.
“Well, if that’s what you want, you’re going to need to get much lower.”
I bit my lip, wondering what he would taste like. It was strange to embody someone so completely without knowing certain things about them. It almost felt like blasphemy.
“Look, I can’t go kersplat never knowing…” I guided my hands up his cheek and into his hair, shifting into him. “What this feels like.”
A breath swirled between us before expanding between our mouths in a slow pop. I inched my face closer, wetting my lips to make sure I caught his taste, because I wanted to feel everything.
Every groove that made up his smile.
Every bloodied scar…
The traces of tobacco that clung to his lips.
All of him.
Thay’s heart beat first, then pounded, then broke, and I pulled him tighter.
My eyes closed and then…
“Daphne!” A palm went across my face and pushed me back. The universe. My pride. The entire world crashed into my lungs. “STOP!”
I stilled, catching bits of his expression through the slits in his fingers, and God help me if he let go, because I was pretty sure I would die.
“Thay?” We just sat there with his hand over my face. “What the actual fuck?
“Yes, Daphne,” he leaned in to peer at me through the cage he had created. “What in the actual fuck!”