Back when Casey was Turk...
Don't worry, Ty is still cooking. But here's a look at what Star-Crossed almost was...
Now that I’m not exhausted from a long journey, my usual insomnia creeps back in and I find myself lying in the dark on top of the duvet. Tiny told me I’d be with her today. She left not long after we finished hugging; she looked out of it. I put away all my new clothes, thinking that would tire me out, but it didn’t. That was hours ago.
There’s shuffling in the hallway, which is odd, considering Tiny mentioned Casey didn't live here anymore. I slither to the door and crack it as he’s walking past. I go to close the door before I hear, “Shouldn’t you be sleep?”
It’s something about how husky his voice is that has my heart in my throat. Is it because I’ve never really been around other men before? I mean, I did go to school, and I had male guards and escorts. A few guys tried to date me. I hated them all.
I open the door more and there he is, leaning against the frame. He smells like his cologne and weed. There’s a lollipop in his mouth, staining his pink, full lips red. His eyes are low, and unapologetically roam over my body. I feel so naked, with the thin tank top I have on no doubt showing how hard my nipples are, now.
He pushes himself off the frame and takes one step in my room. I take a step back. He takes another step forward and I take another step back until we are both all the way in my room.
He wraps his lips around the lollipop before he pulls it out his mouth and points it at me. I’m transfixed, and don’t take a step back when he takes yet another step forward. “You know, no one has ever talked to me like that, threatened my life.”
“Oh yeah?” I breathe. God, I might as well start humping his leg! I fear a puddle is forming in my panties as my gaze goes from his eyes, to his lips, to the lollipop and back. “Maybe not to your face,” I smirk.
He doesn’t laugh. “Not ever. I don’t really know what to make of it,” he narrows his eyes, “or you.”
I wonder what that nasally sound is until I realize it’s me and my ragged breathing. I should hate him. He got fifteen years with Tiny that were stolen from me. He’s living the life I should be living, as her right hand, as the apple of her eye. He doesn’t trust me, much less like me. And yet here he is, boring into my soul with those light brown eyes and that lollipop.
I flick my gaze to it. In my peripheral a ghost of a smile hovers on his lips as he pushes the lollipop ever so slowly towards me. I must be dreaming. I must not have control over my body, as I feel my lips part. He rubs the lollipop over my bottom lip before pushing it into my mouth. It tastes like cherry and him.
We hold each other’s gaze. If I’d come with Tiny, if she hadn’t left me behind, I’d know Casey. We’d have grown up together. I would probably be his best friend, telling each other secrets, taking care of business, learning to shoot, or cook, or drive together.
Maybe we’d be more.
I want him to know me. I want him to trust me, to see that I can be a part of their world, too.
He pulls the lollipop out my mouth and pops it back into his own. Why the hell is that so sexy? Beats me. Light brown eyes find their way to my nipples, betraying me by being two pebbles in this thin ass shirt. He snorts.
“Don’t make checks you can’t cash,” he mutters. Then he turns on his heel, and walks out, slamming the door behind him.
Casey will be the death of me.