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“Yeah,” he says, taking a lighter out of his pocket and flicking it open and closed. “Jay gave me purpose though.” I cock my head, and stare at the guy sitting inches away from me. He looks tough, but there’s something broken underneath his rough exterior. Like he’s searching for something, or someone.
“By the way you’re raising your eyebrows, you probably think I’m full of shit, giving you some sob story to get in your pants?” he asks, joking, but judging me too. My stomach does a little back flip. A part of me wants to believe that’s true.
Thunder booms in the distance. “I don’t think you’re full of shit,” I whisper, leaning my chin on my knees, and stare out to the ocean and the rainclouds forming above the water.
“Is it working though?” he asks, his voice low.
The wind picks up, blowing my hair back.
“I don’t know. Maybe,” I offer, leaning into him, our mouths a breath away. His cheeks flush a bright red color, and he quickly pulls back.
I start to giggle while he rests his palms on his jean-clad thighs, rolling his eyes at me.
“Got me good, Shorty, friends it is,” he admits, giving me a roguish smile.
“I’m just sad I never visited Jay earlier,” I confess, swallowing back the lump forming in my throat.
After a beat, he asks, “Why are you here, Sky?” He holds me captive with a determent look. “You can tell me the truth. I might be an asshole, but I’ll listen.”
“I wanted to see Jay,” I state.
“Yeah, I know, but why now?”
I shake my head, not wanting to tell him anything more than I already have. And I’m sad, and so damn angry at Jay, at myself, for not having more time. I need more time.
“Shorty,” he says, laying his hand on my shoulder. “Whatever it is, you need to tell Jay.”
“Why?” I bite out, the breeze picks up and I shiver a little. He takes off his hoodie and hands it to me.
“Because he loves you,” he tells me, jumping off the hood of the car while I put on his oversized sweatshirt.
I slide off the front of the car, and lean against the grill. In the distance, the sky is getting darker, and after a couple of seconds, lightning flashes across the horizon again.
“I don’t know what’s going on, and frankly, it’s not my damn business, but I know secrets can tear you apart. It did with the people I loved.” Hunter throws away our trash in a garbage can.
“Why are you telling me this?”
His lopsided smile makes my heart skip a beat. “That’s what friends are supposed to do, aren’t they?” he says, flipping his hair out of his eyes. “Now get in the truck. I think the storm they talked about on the news this morning is going to hit.”
I stare at the black sky before getting into the car. “I guess it is.”
Hunter
The drive home is filled with silence. Fuck, maybe I told her too much about myself. I focus on the road ahead, the soft rain pelting the car soothing me a little. I have no idea why I’m nervous whenever she’s around, and I start talking way too freaking much. I’ve only known her for two days. I don’t know anything about her other than what Jay let slip. I wasn’t kidding about the friend part; she looks like she could use one. Hell, I could use one. I’m not going to screw up whatever we have by sleeping with her. The guys all see me as this fuck-‘em-and-leave-‘em guy, hell I am that dude. But there is something about her I’ve never experienced before. Maybe this girl is different.
The light for the tire pressure flickers on, and I swear under my breath. “This shit is getting better and better,” I mutter, checking the rearview mirror before I hit the turn signal. “Fucking piece of shit truck.”
“What’s going on?” she asks, while I park the truck on the side of the road.
“Probably something wrong with the tire, but I should check nonetheless because we’re still a couple miles out.”
“Should I help?” she asks, looking out of the window while big fat raindrops attack the car.
“Thanks, babe, but with the storm and all I can handle it myself,” I tell her, and shut the door behind me. Taking one step, the rain drenches me to the core. I check the two front tires; they’re okay.
Damn, the right rear tire is almost entirely flat. “Fuck,” I mumble. I let my fingers run over the side and feel the gash where air is escaping.
“Need help?” she asks, hopping out of the truck, zipping my hoodie up. Immediately, my dick takes notice, and I swear under my breath. A chick—fuck, a girl wearing my shit shouldn’t give me this reaction.
