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“What do you mean ‘from a girl like’ me?” I asked, feeling overwhelmed with happiness while simultaneously feeling like I was flaying my chest open all over again for someone to poke and prod at my heart.
“I mean, I know you’re out of my league, but if you want to be with me then…that just makes me the luckiest bastard alive. I’m not dumb enough to walk away twice, even if that would be the right thing for you.”
“You being with me here, now, is the right thing for me,” I promised. “And I hope you feel the same way.”
He nodded, kissed me one more time, then took my hand and led me around the car.
“How long do you have off?” he asked me, opening the passenger door.
“She said to call her on Wednesday, so according to the office, I’ll be home puking my guts up for at least two whole days.”
“So, I wonder what we can do with two whole days in the City of Sin?” he mused, then shut the door and wandered back to his seat.
I watched him move around the car again with those butterflies fluttering around in my stomach again. Men didn’t normally make me nervous or giddy, but this one did. Maybe that was why I fell so hard and fast for him.
When he dropped into his seat, I looked over at him, my seatbelt buckled.
“Do you have two more days? You never did tell me when you have to go home to Florida.”
He scratched at his rough cheek, contemplating.
“I don’t know if I want to go back,” he admitted, starting the car with a pretty little purr.
I sat back, not sure where we were going, and thought over his words. They were simple, but Goddamn complicated.
“You mean you’ll stay with me? Here?”
He gave a hesitant shrug.
“I dunno. It’s way too early to talk about that shit, I just… I don’t know. After this weekend, it makes a guy wonder what the fuck he’s doing all the way across the country when his girl is here. How does that make any sense?”
He was right on both counts. I didn’t want him to go back either, but it was way too early to talk about permanence and moving in and all that stuff. Even still, I wanted to talk about it because considering him going home was absolutely unimaginable.
“I’m with you. I don’t really want to think about it, let alone talk about it.”
“So, one pit stop, and we’ll head out and disappear from the world for forty-eight hours. How about that?”
“That sounds pretty damn good,” I agreed, sitting back in my seat as the scenery passed by.
It wasn’t until said scenery started to look familiar that I started asking questions.
“What’s this pit stop?”
Why were we turning into my parents’ neighborhood?
“We’re setting some things straight,” was all he said.
So, we went down the grid-like roads until the Firebird pulled up to the curb outside of my parent’s house.
Memories assaulted me, sitting there with him. Why did we have so many big moments in cars outside my parent’s house?
“We’ve got to do this.” He turned to me and put out his hands to placate me because my mouth was already open and ready to protest. “We've got to at least try to get on the same page, because I'll be damned before I get in the way between you.”
“That's not your responsibility, Ash. It's kind of not your business at all.”
“Like hell it's not. If I'm the reason there's a wedge, then I'm going to fix it.”
“Ash…” I sighed, running my hand down my face.
