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He’s silent, his body stilling for a moment, and then he clears his throat and takes another sip of his coffee. The road stretches out before us, just pavement and green trees. It seems almost endless.
“Listen, don’t get your hopes up, Quinn. I don’t…last night and this morning, it was a fluke.”
I stare at him because that was no fluke. That was a goddamn miracle.
“I think we should have flukes more often then. I really enjoyed it.”
“I’m just…you’re young, you have an entire life to live.”
“You make it sound like you’re a hundred. You’re thirty-three. You’re fourteen years older than me. Big fucking deal.”
Grey runs a hand down his face. “Fourteen years feels like an eternity sometimes.”
“Well, it’s not. It’s just a fucking number.” And like hell I’m letting him push me away over some math. I always hated the subject anyways.
But I’ll let it go for now. Maybe tonight, when he’s feeling lonely, he’ll let me slide into bed with him and press my face into his chest.
If my dick presses into his hole while I’m at it, well, it can’t be helped.
* * *
We wander into the roadside gift shop in the small town of Paradise in search of souvenirs. I find a keychain for Grey, one that will make him think of me when this trip is over. You know, just in case things don’t go as planned. Maybe he’ll look down at his keys every day and see it and think fondly of me.
Of the things we did together.
I clutch it in my palm as I move over to the t-shirts and peruse for far too long, searching for those matching shirts I promised him. It’s a little hard since our sizes are so different. God, that chest. I want to see the fabric stretched across it. He’s so damn big.
“What do you think about this one?” I ask, holding up a shirt with the state of Michigan across it. It’s a little cheesy, but it works. I’m feeling a little desperate at this point. I want us matchy-matchy.
Grey eyes it and shrugs.
“It’s the only one in both our sizes,” I say, holding it up to him.
He stands completely still as I eye it and bob my head. “Yeah, we’re so getting this one. We can grab another somewhere else, but you know, up here, things are few and far between.”
Grey fiddles with the fabric. “I guess it works. I can get these.”
“Nope,” I say, pulling it away and striding to the counter. “I got it.”
And before he can protest, I pull out my phone and pay.
I don’t even have the cashier bag it. I just walk outside with it all in my arms. I plan on wearing this shit right the fuck now.
“Alright, give me your keys,” I say, and Grey hands them over, not even questioning me.
I slip the keychain on, and he stares at the metal Q dangling there. Ridiculous, I know, but I never said I wasn’t desperate.
“Don’t want you to forget about me,” I say with a wink, and Grey gingerly touches it.
“Don’t think that’s possible.”
Oh. Oh fuck. Well, that just gives me hope. “And why is that?” I ask, taking a step closer, wanting to close the distance entirely. I want to plaster myself to him.
His eyes meet mine and I’m drawn in.
“You know why,” he says, and I step in further, pushing myself against him.
“Tell me with words, Grey. I want to know what I’ve done so I can keep doing it.”
