Girl, it’s a moot point. You have less than five hundred bucks in your chequing account and twenty-seven dollars in your savings account. You won’t be taking a trip to Alaska to see polar bears anytime soon. So stop obsessing over it.
Her inner voice made a good point. She would stop obsessing over it. It would be at least another two years, maybe more, before it was even a possibility.
Finally! She sees the light. Now, let’s talk about how awful you are for wanting Briggs to shift so that you can see a polar bear without spending a bunch of money on an Alaskan trip.
She groaned inwardly. She did not want to think about that at all. It made her feel horribly selfish and like a terrible person. Not only because Briggs saw through her so easily, but also because she would use him that way. Between wanting to fuck him to strengthen her magic and now this, she was starting to wonder if she was even a good person at all.
You want to fuck him for other reasons, too.
That didn’t make her feel any better. Sure, she missed sex, and she’d been going through a dry spell in her dating life, but hoping that Briggs would be a better lay than her last dating app hookup, who’d squeezed her tits a couple of times, slobbered into her mouth, and then asked her to pee on him, was still just her being selfish.
You wouldn’t have to worry about your size when fucking him.
She wanted to believe it wouldn’t be a worry, but she knew herself too well to guarantee that. She was more self-conscious about her weight than she liked, thanks to her last boyfriend. Darren hadn’t seemed to care about her weight one way or the other when they first started dating, but not six months later, he was making snide comments about getting her a gym membership. The night he acted as if she’d nearly killed him when she’d straddled him had effectively destroyed any feelings she had left for him. And given her a new complex about being on top during sex.
She sighed inwardly, shifting in her seat and avoiding staring at Briggs, who, even driving the biggest truck she’d ever seen, was uncomfortably close. It would just be her luck that she’d brush up against him, and then they’d be arrested for public sex in a vehicle.
If she thought Briggs hated her now, being arrested for having sex with her would probably result in her seeing his polar bear up close and personal right before he tore her head off with his giant paw.
Her stomach clenched up tight. She’d already felt bad that her magic was the only reason Briggs was attracted to her, but realizing that he hated her made her feel a thousand times worse.
“I don’t hate you,” Briggs said.
She jerked wildly before staring at him. Holy shit, was she thinking out loud?
“What?”
“I don’t hate you,” he repeated, his ham-sized hands gripping the steering wheel, and his gaze fixed on the road ahead of them.
“You were spying on me,” she said.
“I overheard part of your conversation,” he said.
Just her luck, it would be the most embarrassing part.
“Anyway, I don’t hate you.”
“Right, of course you don’t,” she said as he pulled into the grocery store parking lot.
He parked and shut the truck off before turning toward her. “I overreacted last night, and I’m sorry.”
“Oh, um… okay, thank you.”
He just nodded before staring moodily out the windshield. Still feeling bad, she said, “I didn’t mean to offend you, and I’m sorry that I did.”
“Thanks,” he said.
“I thought about what you said, and I won’t go on that polar bear tour,” she said. She immediately felt good about her decision, even though it was the death of a decade-long dream, but Briggs had made some really good points last night, even if he was a little harsh in expressing them.
Still, she felt a deep sadness at losing her chance to see a polar bear in person, but she would mourn that loss when she was alone.
He sighed. “Look, go on the tour if you want. It isn’t any of my business, and I shouldn’t have said anything.”
“I’m good with my decision not to do it,” she said.
“I can smell your sadness,” he said.
“I’m sad because I miss my friends.”
