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I’d had a second chance when I came back. I tried to blame the accident, but the accident didn’t stop me from calling Aspyn. My own cowardice did.
Sure, I was a good-looking guy, and I could go down to the Mustang and pick up a one-night stand, but I didn’t want that. Didn’t want meaningless sex.
When I’d slept with Aspyn, it meant something. I wanted it to. Expected it to. Now the best I could hope for was that maybe we could eventually be friends again.
Sipping my coffee, I glanced out the window. Still no sign of Aspyn.
Would she even show? It’s not like I couldn’t tell she was trying to avoid me. Hell, the other day I knew she saw me, but she still pretended like she hadn’t.
It wasn’t like I could be that pissed at her. She had good reason to avoid me.
At the time, I didn’t know if I should just ignore her and wait for a better time. The problem was there would be no better time. I’d already waited three years, and that’s why everything was as screwed up as it was.
The longer I went without talking to her, the more she’d have time to think about how I’d taken off and never called her. She’d only hate me more.
A snicker escaped my mouth. What was I doing there? Was I going to beg for forgiveness? Give her my sob story and throw myself at her feet?
I didn’t know. All I knew was that I wanted to give her my side of things. Tell her face-to-face.
The bell jingled, and I looked toward the door. Aspyn.
My breath caught. I don’t know why she was messing me up so much. She wasn’t looking any different than normal, wearing just a T-shirt and jeans. The jeans did do a good job of hugging her ass, and if anything, her breasts strained against her shirt even more than before.
Before, she had been a hot woman, but now, she was a legitimate MILF.
Damn it. Why did my thoughts have to go there? This wasn’t about my cock. I’d let it do the thinking years before, and it was why I was in this crap to begin with. I knew I’d lost any chance of sinking into her again.
Still, damn it, I wanted her. My body didn’t care about my anguish. It just wanted that sweet pussy from years ago.
I curled my hands into fists and took a few deep breaths. No. I came here to do something, and it wasn’t to think about having sex with Aspyn.
She headed over to my table and took a seat. The waitress hurried over and took her coffee order before disappearing.
Here we went.
“Did you have any trouble finding the place?” I joked and offered her a grin.
Aspyn let out a quiet little laugh. No nervousness. No fear. I couldn’t fight the warmth that spread through me. This time, it wasn’t about my dick or her luscious curves but my heart.
The smile was proof I could still make her feel like I used to before she hated me: before I’d given her every reason to push me away.
“Well, they did paint the outside a few months ago,” Aspyn said with a wink. “So different.”
I chuckled. I hadn’t even noticed. So much for everything being the same as back as in high school.
The waitress returned with Aspyn’s coffee, and she thanked her. I waited for a moment as Aspyn took a few sips of her coffee and got comfortable.
At or least tried to. I could see the tension in her shoulders, and she was having a hard time looking directly at me. Yeah, not exactly comfortable.
“So, you like working at town hall?” I said, desperate to get the conversation started but too afraid to talk about our past yet.
“Oh, it’s okay,” she said. “I mean the actual job can be boring at times, but I get to work with Perri and Joe, so that’s fun.” She shrugged.
I waited a few seconds for her to ask me a question. After 10 seconds, I realized she wasn’t going to.
Aspyn returned to sipping her coffee, only sparing me a glance once and a while. Instead, she spent most of her time looking at the decorations or other people as if looking at me was this painful thing she could only manage for a few seconds.
I swallowed. I was starting to lose hope I could have her as a friend again. And that was just the beginning of my concern.
