His blue eyes are so damn pretty.
“I am glad that you think my eyes are pretty, babe.”
I blink, then it dawns on me.
“I said that out loud,” I huff.
He nods with a chuckle. “You did, and you can compliment me any time.” He winks.
I playfully punch his stomach, and damn, he has abs. No doubt he looks good under these clothes, I wouldn’t mind seeing what’s hiding under that shirt.
“What did I say just now to make you bolt?”
I blink out of my fantasy of him and clear my throat, not getting lost in his gaze.
“Nothing. I really do have to go. We will do this again, okay.” I plaster a smile on my face, but the way his brow dips, I know that he does not believe me.
With a sigh, he steps back, nodding.
“Okay. I am not going to push.” He pauses. “This time. I am back now, and I would like to see more of you.”
Am I the only one who took that as a double innuendo?
“Good. Sounds like a plan.” For some stupid freaking reason, I lean in and kiss his cheek, gasp at my bold move, and then bolt.
Leaving him standing there, he’s watching me as I flee.
When I reach my car and am locked inside, I let out a deep breath. Damn, that man makes me feel like a silly teenage girl again.
I was fooling myself thinking that something could potentially spark between us, but knowing he came home for Val, I know that I am being foolish. Despite how he was looking at me, I am yet again, second choice.
Story of my freaking life.
CHAPTER FIVE
CRASH
Stepping out of my bathroom, I run a towel over my head, drying my hair.
I needed to wash off the day after baking in the Phoenix heat while fixing a stubborn car. The man will not get a new one, so he keeps having us to fix any issues it has. I would scrap the piece of junk, but the gentleman loves it.
Slipping into my underwear, I sit on the edge of my bed and pull up my socials, to check out friends online.
An image of Stevie pops into my head, making me smile. Hitting the search bar, I type in her name and wait for her profile to pop up.
I find her, seeing that her profile image is of her and her aunt. I click on it and see what she has posted, surprised that her account is not private.
Her folks were killed in a car crash when she was younger and her aunt took her in. I believe that she’s had a great life. Hell, she must have since she still lives with Cassandra.
Seeing her the other day was like a punch to the gut I was not expecting. Yeah, we hung around in high school and I always thought she had this cute, dorky vibe going on; underneath I saw she was beautiful, but Valarie held all of my attention.
I used to catch Stevie looking at me and she would look away when I caught her, her cheeks flushed red, but I did not think too much into it. Hell, I caught a few girls looking at me back then, but it didn’t seem to be a thing for me to push.
Scrolling through her photos, I grin seeing her with friends and her aunt. Stopping on one photo, she is wearing a red bikini, and her breasts look fucking good encased in the scrap of material, against her sun-kissed skin. Her hair is wavy, showing she has been in and out of the water that is behind her in the photo.
My gaze traces over her body, taking in the large tattoo she has on her thigh; it looks badass. I have to admit, I never thought she would be the type to have tattoos. She also has flowers on her wrist.
People change.
