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I don’t know what comes over me, but I head to the passenger side and open her door for her. She stops dead in her tracks, and I debate slamming the door closed and going on about my life like it never happened, but that somehow seems weirder.
“Uh… thanks.”
“Don’t mention it.”
Seriously. Please don’t.
She gives me a smile like she can read my mind, and I relax slightly as I close the door and jog around to my side.
“How about Mexican food?” I ask as we start to drive down the street.
“The line is out the door,” she points out, and I keep driving.
“There’s a salad place that looks empty,” she says, pointing across the street, and I snort.
“I’m sure that there’s a reason why it’s empty. Plus, I need more than salad. How about steak?” I suggest pointing to the steakhouse at the end of the road.
“That place is out of my budget,” Fawn admits, and I can see her blushing slightly.
That obviously took a lot for her to admit. I know that her business isn’t exactly taking off in our small town, and it’s clear that that’s a source of shame for her, so I decide to admit something too.
“It will be my treat. And an apology. I’ve been a jerk to you for a while,” I say quietly.
My words catch her off guard, and she studies me as I pull into the parking lot and find a spot.
“I’ve been rude to you too,” she says, and I turn off the truck and face her.
“I started it.”
“Agreed.”
We both laugh at how fast she says that, and the tension between us starts to end.
“Friends?” I ask, offering her my hand.
Fawn narrows her eyes at me, then smirks. “Friends.”
We shake on it, and then we’re both climbing out and heading up to the front door. There’s only a short wait, and then we’re being shown to our table.
I can’t help but wonder what this means for us as I take my seat across from Fawn. If I’m being honest, I want to be a whole lot more than friends with her.
I want to be her everything.
FOUR
Fawn
“I thinkthat I’m going to take a shower before bed,” Jensen says as he holds the hotel room door open for me. Dinner was delicious, and the company was surprisingly… charming.
“I’ll go after you,” I tell him, and he nods, heading into the bathroom.
I look around the room, taking in the bland artwork hanging on the wall, before I turn on the TV and start flipping through the channels.
The water turns on, and my mind fills with images of a naked Jensen, covered in soap, the hot water slipping over the dips and bulges of his body as steam billows up around him.
I gulp, clenching my thighs together to try to stem the ache that’s forming in my core. I can’t deny that I want Jensen. Even when I hated him, I still wanted him.
I’m not used to having these feelings for anyone. I never dated when I was in high school. It always felt a little… incestuous since everyone seemed to have gone out with everyone else at some point during school.
