She lifts her head, looking up at me. “Yes.”
“Then we both know you’ve had nicer things done for you.”
“You waited a week for a second date because you didn’t have enough money to take me to dinner. If this car cost half of your paycheck, you’ve essentially given me half your money. I won’t have anything remotely close to half of my parents’ money until they die.”
“Pfft.” I roll my eyes. “I bet your parents have more than five thousand dollars to their name.”
She opens her mouth, but clamps it shut just as quickly, gaze landing at my mouth. “Flynn?”
“Yeah?”
“Let’s go back to my apartment and hang out in my bed for the rest of the afternoon.”
I slide several locks of hair away from her beautiful face. “I’m rethinking that idea.”
Her expression sags.
“I don’t want to take a single second with you for granted.” I brush my knuckles along her cheek. “And I like to imagine you have a really protective father somewhere who expects any man who touches his daughter to be worthy of her. I didn’t buy you a car to get into your pants.”
“My pants know that,” she says, and it brings a smile back to her face.
I mirror her expression. “It’s just …” The jumbled thoughts in my head make me feel like a word-fumbling idiot. “This feels big.And I want to get it right because I think you only get one chance at the really big moments in life.”
Her brow furrows, and it almost looks like she has tears in her eyes, but that makes little sense. Unless … she feels rejected.
Shit.
I’m not rejecting her. Just the opposite.
“You think I’m a big moment in your life?” she whispers.
I laugh it off. Is she serious?
“Get in.” I release her and open the passenger door.
Despite the confusion on her face, she slides into her car. After I get in the other side, I grin while fastening my seat belt. “Yeah,Juju.” I start the car and check the mirrors before pulling out into traffic. “Nothing and no one even comes close to you.”
Chapter Fourteen
June
“What was your first car?”Flynn asks, driving us around town.
I can't stop looking at him, hoping he'll take me home so I can kiss him goodbye, and then call my mom to tell her I foundhim.
The man who will break my heart—for the rest of my life.
She used to tell me not to give my energy and love to a man who breaks my heart once. That means he’s not a fixer. She said I should find the man who will break my heart for the rest of my life because that means he knows how to put it back together.
Love isn’t easy, baby girl. If you do it correctly, it will destroy you in the best and worst ways possible. It will make you feel alive one day and want to die the next. Don’t live an emotionless life. That’s not living. That’s merely existing. And we didn’t give you this life merely to exist.
“June?”
“Huh?”
Flynn squeezes my leg, and I jump because it tickles. “I asked what your first car was?”
“Oh, I don’t remember. It was blue.”
