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“Yessir.”
“Your friend already paid,” he said.
“She…”
I look outside to find Kayla leaning against the bike, her arms still folded, glaring at me like she’s trying to win a prize for the world’s prettiest pout. I can’t help but smirk, then chuckle.
“Well, all right then. Have a good day.”
“And you.”
I leave the gas station, the air immediately furnace-like. It’s different from England, where I spent most of my time these past couple of years doing predictable and easy work for the club. It was important work, too, helping the Titans over there become self-sufficient.
“Why the long face?” Kayla says when I approach.
She thinks she’s so clever. She is clever and beautiful. She’s going to make the best babies. I shouldn’t let myself flirt, but I can’t let her win this, as petty as that is. Clearly,I’mnot the mature one here.
“I think he might’ve overcharged me.”
She pushes away from my bike and looks me up and down. “For what? You haven’t got anything.”
“For the gas.”
“Wait… what? He charged you for the gas?”
“Yeah, I think he overcharged me by ten dollars.”
“But…”
Her eyes narrow, righteous rage filling her. This was supposed to be a subtle way to one-up me. Not a chance for a gas station to make some quick, shameless cash.
“I, uh, forgot something,” she says.
I smirk and wave a hand. “Go ahead. I’ll be here.”
I sit on the bike, whistling a tune. The whole time, I’m telling myself that thisisn’tflirting. It’s just me being friendly with Ryan’s sister by playing a prank on her. It’s not something we’ll tell our kids about. It’snot.
She talks with the cashier, then turns and looks at me. I grin over at her.
“Not funny,” she says once she’s back. “You just made me look like one heck of a doofus.”
“I hate to be childish, but you started it.”
“Are you going to be this annoying the entire trip?” she huffs, so beautifully flustered.
It makes me want to take her somewhere cooler. Maybe find a pool, or a lake, a private place just for us. Strip her naked and watch the water glisten through her wavy brown hair, over her shy, sassy smile, down her curvy body, clinging to her full nipples.
“Think of all the poems you could write about it,” I say, my voice husky as I struggle to suppress these thoughts—thoughts that never end, not even for a second.
“Here’sa poem. Kai is a jerk, but his antics won’t work. And, uh, my interest, you haven’tperked. Shut up.”
I laugh at her playful tone. She can’t help it.Wecan’t help it. If this is flirting, I don’t think it’s one-sided.
“I’m not saying anything.”
“Let’s just go before I die of embarrassment.”
“Sounds good to me.”
