She rolls her eyes and grabs her cup. “Just wait. It’ll get sorted out. You’ll explain it to him and he’ll understand. Christ, he looked at you like—”
“Like what?”
“Like you hung the moon or something.”
I swallow. “But he’ll be in Spain for the next two months.”
“Then youflyto Spain,” she almost hisses at me, exasperated. “Milos,segra, it’s only a three-hour flight for fuck’s sake. It’s not like he’ll be on the other side of the world. Be spontaneous. Be romantic.Take a little leap.Besides, some sun would do your sparkling personality wonders. Ihope. Bye now.”
And with that, she leaves my place, the door slamming shut behind her.
A sigh escapes me as I haul my coffee and snack upstairs to the living slash sleeping area. It’s not massive, but it’s big enough for me. There's a cozy corner with a sectional pressed against the glass and a TV mounted on the opposite wall.
And no, there isn’t any neon up here.
I’d go crazy if it never turned off.
I throw the bag of M&M’s onto the table, pull my phone out of the back pocket of my jeans, and collapse onto my amazing, comfy couch like the world just personally offended me.
Feet up. Head back. And no real plan.
Nika’s right. I can only wait and hope that the man who already feels half like a dream will forgive me for fucking this up.
He’s a good dream. So I have to believe he won’t disappear that easily.
Right?
I pull up my socials and start scrolling through my endless feed, trying to drown my thoughts in mindless reels and pictures. Focus on something else. Anything else. Drink my coffee.
And immediately spit it right back out.
Those eyes.
Thosevivid, electric blue eyes.
A kind of blue that’s so damn unique it almost looks edited.
They stare right back at me from my screen as I freeze mid-scroll and click on one of my favorite Biketok accounts.
And suddenly, I know exactly where I’ve seen them before.
CHAPTER 06: KAIDEN
“Why are we here, exactly?Again, might I add?” the voice of the guy who’s rapidly becoming one of my best friends crackles through my helmet intercom. “We have to meet up with the guys in thirty if we want to get out before the roads clog up with everyone heading south for Christmas.”
I squeeze the handlebars where we’re parked in front of the wharf, our babies nestled between our legs, engines ticking softly beneath us.
“I know,” I reply. “I just want to check one last time. To be sure.”
To be sure Milos really blew me off.
To be sure I really was acting like a fool standing right in front of that mural I’m staring at now.
Only this time, he’s not here.
I don’t get it, I really don’t.
I’ve been waiting to hear from him for four days now. Four excruciatingly slow days where I packed and arranged shit for my much-neededsabbatical, checking my phone every damn minute like some desperate teenager.
