“Sorry, I was distracted,” I quickly reply, but I can see Kit isn’t convinced.“Is everything all right?”
“Yes, I thought something happened.You’ve been gone for ages.”
“I have?”
He nods, showing me the time on the screen of his phone.
It’s after six o’clock.
I’ve been so caught up in my head, I didn’t even realize the time.“Sorry to worry you.I got caught up shopping.”
He playfully pokes his head into the truck and notices all the bags on the seat and floor.“I can see that.”
The mood thankfully shifts.
“I wanted to make dinner to say thanks for…everything.”
“Everything?”He folds his arms across his broad chest, smirking.
Only now do I realize he’s covered in grease.Why does that make him sexier?
Instantly, I blush.
He wraps his arms around my waist and draws me into him.“Whatever you’re thinking, I like it.”
This feels so natural.So much so, I begin to question my decision.
“I’ll follow you back,” he says, kissing my forehead.
Only now do I notice his other truck parked a few spots away from me.No wonder he has suspicions about why I didn’t answer when he called me by my “name.”
But I nod and try to maintain my composure as I get into the truck.When I pull out, he follows close, just as he said he would.
Kit will eventually find out the truth.A part of me wishes it was now.
I just can’t do that now.
We park the trucks at the garage, and Kit helps me take the bags upstairs.We’re silent, both deep in thought.I wonder what he’s thinking.
“I’m going to take a shower,” he says, breaking the sudden tension.
He doesn’t wait for me to reply as the bathroom door shuts.
I grip the edge of the counter, measuring my breaths.My heart is in my throat, and I feel sick for so many reasons.However, at the forefront is the fact that I don’t know when I’ll see Kit again.
I won’t feel these butterflies.
I won’t be left breathless at just being in the same room as him.
If this is truly the last time, then I want it to be memorable for us both.
I get out of my head and live in the moment as I walk toward the bathroom door.With a hand on the handle, I whisper to myself, “Don’t be a coward.”
The shower curtain is closed, and the water is running as I quietly enter.
There’s no method to my madness.I decide to stop overthinking and just feel.I kick off my sandals and take off my dress.My underwear and bra don’t match.Nor is it sexy.I’m sure Kit is used to women in silk and lace.
I’m simply myself, and I give this side of me to him sincerely and openly, with no pretense, because I’ve realized at this moment I’m falling in love with Kit Rivers.And that’s exactly why I need to walk away.
