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I have to admit, though … Of the many ways I envisioned running into her again, I can’t believe we reconnected in asex shop, of all places.
Despite myself, my fucking body reacts like a teenager when I think about her standing there with her tiny hands wrapped around that vibrator.
I adjust in the seat, ignoring my stupid cock. It clearly hasn’t gotten the memo that we’re just friends.
Though, if I’m honest, I would have paid good money to see the look on her face when the guy at the counter told her about how it’s used.
I blow out a labored breath.
Get it together, London. This isLily.
Seeing her today was awkward and she seemed shaken—but damn, she was beautiful. Her hair is darker than I remember. It used to be a light shade of blond that really made her brown eyes stand out. The freckles across her nose were also more pronounced in my memory, too. I suppose it was from all the time we spent outside, running the streets of Duluth.
We owned that damn town.
Memories of her running, her long hair flowing behind her, flit into my mind. All the times spent at Enger Tower, Lester Park, or just down at the shore of Lake Superior.
She used to have freckles all up and down her arms, too.
I wonder if they’re still there?
My mind veers toward wildly inappropriate thoughts by the time I get back to Nocté. I’m actually thankful for the distraction from my own mind.
When I walk into the building, Myles shoots me a confused look. “Where are my stir-sticks, man?”
“Fuck,” I mutter, turning back around. Didn’t even grab the damn box.
“You had one job,” she calls out after me.
“Yeah, yeah,” I mutter. I’d forgotten completely about the stir-sticks and my plan for them.
I stomp out to the Escalade, yanking open the passenger door, and grabbing the box. There’s barely enough in here to last the night, which will really be the thing that gets her knickers in a twist. As much fun as that would be to watch, I have better things to do now.
“Shit.” I walk to the back and opening the hatch, then I drop the box of dick sticks and grab the bigger box of plain stir-sticks I picked up at Costco.
I’ll mess with Myles another night.
“Whatcha up to?” Cal’s voice booms from somewhere behind me.
Despite myself, I nearly jump out of my skin. I spin around and shake the box of stir-sticks by way of explanation.
“You’re an awfully jumpy fucker tonight,” Cal says with a hint of a smirk.
I rub my left index finger over my eyelid. “Yeah, well, you have a way of sneaking up on people.”
“I wasn’t sneaking,” he responds, giving me a once-over. “Just doing my rounds before we open.”
I nod. “Good. Well, I better head in.”
Without adding anything else, I close the back hatch and hit the lock on my key fob. Then, I walk past him and back into the building. I can feel his eyes on me the entire walk back and it puts me on edge. If he knew what just happened, I’d never hear the end of it.
“Here’s your damn stir-sticks,” I say, shoving the much larger box across the bar.
“‘Bout time,” she says, grabbing hold of the box and yanking it open.
I sigh loudly and lay on the sarcasm thick as I walk away. “You’re welcome, Myles. Don’t mention it.”
Now, I regret not giving her the other box.
