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Day 4.
"Hey lass!" This time, he waved at her as he walked down the path toward her assigned bench.
"Hey, you're back!"
"Aye, but don't flatter yerself, girl, Connor's at work; I was bored."
"Damn, always charming, aren't you?"
"Always." He wriggled his eyebrows above his sunglasses and she laughed. It was enough to forget any kind of bad blood. The secrets they shared were stronger than a few scornful words.
"Nice shades by the way," he commented on the glasses that protected her hangover eyes from the excess of light.
"You're one to talk!" She tried to snatch his own from the bridge of his nose, but he deftly dodged her hand and folded them on the collar of his shirt to peer at her notebook.
"Still drawing? Jesus, lass, don't ye ever get tired of the fancies and want some real fucking action?"
She grimaced. "Yeah, not the best idea, actually…"
"Why?" He immediately scowled, his body tensing. And she felt as if he would gladly beat senseless anyone that could have hurt her.
"Jeez, calm down! I just did what you suggested."
"There's a lot of fucking stupid things that come out of my mouth, ye know."
"Yeah, I noticed!" She chuckled, and he pushed her shoulder in a playful manner. "You said I should try to have sex with another guy, that maybe it wasn't me but my ex that was bad at it."
"Ye did?" He widened his eyes, as if he hadn't thought she would go through with it. She looked like the nerdy type, not the outgoing self-assured type.
"Yeah, I went to a stupid college party last night. It's usually not my thing, but I thought I needed to get out there sometimes. Anyway, I got drunk, followed a random dude to his dorm room, and… Hell, I don't know why I'm telling you all that!"
"So? Did ye get off at least?"
"Well, it turns out that my ex was right to dump me, since I'm apparently fucking frigid."
He gritted his teeth. "Did that bloke hurt ye?"
She didn't know if he was talking about the ex or the guy from last night, but either way, she quickly shook her head; the flash of fury that had gone through his eyes had made her scared of what he could do. Though, she wondered why this boy she'd met only a few days ago would have been so quick to take her defense. Maybe it was only because she was so petite, or maybe he was a frigging brute. Yet she was somehow convinced now, that he would never turn that anger against her.
"It's just… that's why I'm back to drawing, you know, at least, on here, no disappointment. Well, when I manage to get it right!"
"Show me what ye got!" He excitedly asked, and she thought the subject of her lack of orgasms was safely behind them.
She weirdly had no qualms anymore about exposing her secrets to this adorable jackass. So, she opened the sketchbook and showed him the last drawings she'd been working on, the ones of Connor and his girlfriend, fooling around on the bench.
"Christ! Ye've really got him figured out now! Did he come here with the lassie from yesterday?"
"Yeah… Did he end up throwing you out of your apartment so he could get it on with her?"
"Aye, he did… But that's okay, I went to the pub, got trousered again, then I just walked around all night…"
"I'm sorry…"
"Don't be! That's good; I got a feel of the town, ye know, met some wacky people, an Italian lad named Rocco, and I ended up having fun. Connor's the one that was frantic this morning! He'd gone to the pub after I'd left, and someone told him I had taken off on my own, so that fuckwit looked for me all over! As if I couldn't take care of myself! Fucking gobshite."
"Well, the fact that he was scared shows he cares about you."
"That tosser's never scared of nothing."
"He's scared for you, that's one thing."
He remained silent at that and chewed on his lips while refocusing his attention on the drawings. But she spied a little pink on his ear that wasn't there before as he tried to swallow an emotional smile at that realization.
"The gal's weird on those, though."
"Well, thank you my dear art critic! Guess what: I know! I have no idea why, but I never manage to get girls right!"
"That's because ye don't watch the lasses as closely, ye lil' perv! Ye should have drawn me instead, then."
She frowned, snatching the notebook back from his hands and browsing through her failed attempts.
"Gosh, you're right! I could do that."
He broke into a childish beaming smile that made her completely melt. And immediately struck a pose. Sitting laid back on the bench, chin up, a proud royal expression on his features only betrayed by a small grin tugging at his lips, his upper body facing slightly away, one leg up with his ankle on the other leg's knee, one hand casually resting on his thigh, close enough to his own crotch to be suggestive, and the other arm on the backrest, extended toward her. His long tattooed fingers almost close enough to brush her shoulder.
"What? Right now?" she asked in disbelief.
"Well, of course 'right now', lass! Unless ye were planning on asking me on a date later? Y'want us to get somewhere private so I could strip and model for ye?"
If the blushes had started to fade as she'd spent more time with that saucy goof, this time it came back with a vengeance. "Um… Yeah, no. Here's good I guess." When he glanced back at her stuttering, she only managed to lower her eyes, and he snorted at her obvious discomfort.
To try and mask it, she tucked a strand of her long, straight, jet-black hair behind her ear before she began to outline his frame and more thoroughly detail his traits. Noticing for the first time, for example, that his hand tattoo didn't spell the same word as Connor's; they were complementary. She took great care in capturing the allure of the small beauty mark over his lip, the light bristles on his chin that wouldn't make a beard in years but should feel heavenly on her sensitive bronzed skin, the family's baby blue eyes that would pierce the thickest armor, the short dark brown hair that stuck out as if they'd often seen scissors but never a brush in their lives, with little ears peeking out that made him so boyishly cute that it was ridiculous.
His brother was strikingly handsome, but for the first time she realized that this one had nothing to be jealous of in comparison. The feeling was different, although just as strong. Now that she was properly observing him too, she felt the darkest parts of her primal brain searching for light. Unconscious desires that were waiting to be aroused. His tattoos may have put him on God's side, but his features were a call to sin.
He was now absentmindedly playing with the strand of her hair that had fallen on her shoulder, passing it through his fingers, softly grazing her arm from time to time. She bit her tongue, dedicated on getting the shape of his cute nose right.
"Ye know, I was wondering," he mumbled as if he was trying not to move his lips for fear of ruining the art, "do ye wank off to those drawings of yers?"
The pen almost crossed out the whole page with her startled jolt. What kind of question was that?
"Oh c'mere, lass! We can talk about screwing other people, but not ourselves?" He laughed, hiding his face in his hand as if he was a little ashamed himself.
She reluctantly smiled at his antics. He wasn't wrong; why turn coy now?
"I know I would!" he added. "So, I figured yerself as well."
"Hum, yeah, sometimes…" she conceded.
"I knew it!"
"You knew it? And you offered to model for me?"
"Like ye didn't already jack off thinking of me before today anyway! I know I did thinking of ye, so…"
She gaped at that admission. She wanted to feel outraged, but the truth was, she didn't quite manage. Instead, her heartbeat fastened, and a pulsating tingle woke up in her lowered stomach when she imagined him, lying on his bed, right next to his godlike brother, stroking himself, maybe even moaning her name quietly in the dark. Not that he knew her name, though.
"I thought you only jerked off thinking of your dear brother," she counterattacked.
"Aye, I usually do," he confessed without so much shame anymore. "The funny thing is, since we've always lived in the same room, we've sort of discovered about that together, ye know, when we were wee bairns. So, it's not like we're private about it either; we used to joke around with it, race each other, shit like that! So, now, it's become like the little bell for the dog, ye know?"
"Pavlov's dog?"
"Aye, if I hear him or catch him with his hand there, I automatically want to do it as well. And when I'm the one to start, even at night, I can hear him follow me there just as much. It's a fucking blast!" He giggled, with the pink shade spreading nicely on his cheeks.
She snorted. That dork was too adorable to be true. And she was definitely starting to believe the infamous Connor was maybe not so indifferent to his brother's charms as well, even though he might have been in complete denial. Notwithstanding that she had rarely in her life been that much turned on herself.
"You should ask him to give you a hand sometimes…"
He burst out laughing. "Right! That bastard would probably kick my ass! Well, he would try… But ye can always dream, lassie! Will ye think about that next time?"
She choked on her answer, only managing to whisper a shy: "Definitely…"
And he was practically bouncing off the bench with excitement as he mirthfully laughed. Before trying hard to seriously ask: "So tell me one thing: when ye do, will ye be able to get there?"
She blinked a few times, trying to decipher his train of thought. "Um, you mean orgasm? Yeah, I usually do." Then she bit her lips before adding in a lower voice: "Especially these days."
He chuckled again, with a cheeky grin and a knowing nod. "So, see, I don't think ye're frigid, lass. I see ye getting all hot and bothered… Ye just haven't found someone that gets ye off, that's all!"
She opened her mouth to retort something, though he interrupted:
"Fucking Christ! I'm late for work now!" He jumped on his feet before turning back. "Did ye finish yer drawing?"
"Hum…" She glanced at the rough draft abandoned on the page. "Almost."
"Ye'll show me tomorrow then."
She couldn't repress her smile at the natural implication that they would meet here again. "Maybe."
"Ye better," he answered before leaning in and giving her a quick hug while she remained dumbfounded. "See ye tomorrow, lass." His low whisper lingered around in her ear, the feeling of his breath still tickling her skin long after he'd disappeared.