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They’re loose this time, the reddish-brown color perfect as the extensions reach down her back. Something in her eyes has changed in the last few weeks. She looks older. Wiser but also sad. Yet there’s one thing that’s undeniable.
She’s stunning.
I want nothing more than to go over and reach for her. I’d devour her peach-tinted, glossy lips. I can’t stop thinking about how they felt against mine. However, this isn’t the time for that, so I push those thoughts to the back of my mind.
I clear my throat. “You ready?”
“Yeah, I’m starving. Where does she have us going?”
“L’Èclair de Genie,” I try to say in my country accent.
Lynn releases the sweetest giggle. I’d screw those words up a million times to hear that sound again. This time, I can’t remain rooted to the spot I’m standing in. I move across the room to where she stands and reach out to tuck a few of her braids behind her ear.
When she tilts her head back to look into my eyes, I can’t help dropping my gaze to her lips. They’re so full and inviting beneath the gloss. She parts them slightly before tugging her bottom lip between her teeth.
I suck in a breath. I’ve gone from having her to being unsure of everything about us. The day we went to the cabin, I had decided not to rush.
I wanted to take my time with Lynn. Now, I feel like I’m racing against some invisible clock. I’ve never been this out of sorts in a relationship.
Do we still have one?I’ve had the same thought a million times. I have to find a way to get back to where we were. Again, not able to help myself, I trace her hairline with my fingertips.
“We should go,” she whispers as she drops her head and turns for her bag.
Disappointment rolls through me, but I remind myself to be patient. I’ve waited all these years. I can wait a little more.
However, when Lynn has fully turned her back to me and her bare skin and round bottom come into view, I question my sanity. I’m putting myself through torture, for sure.
Lynn
I’m so confused,and looking at Trev isn’t helping. When I stepped out of the room, he shoved his hands in his pockets, causing his muscles to tighten and bunch, stretching his T-shirt. I thought I was going to trip over my own feet. He’s not wearing his Stetson.
Not that I’ve never seen him without one on. It’s… he has on sneakers, jeans, and a black T-shirt, but something is so different. His thick blond locks are combed back and still damp from his shower. His eyes seem to be brighter.
How am I supposed to forget about him when he looks like this? I barely catch myself from shivering when we enter the elevator, and Trev places his palm on the small of my back, guiding me away from the other people already inside the tight space. I lift my head up when he starts to brush his thumb back and forth against my bare skin.
He seems to be lost in thought as he does it. “Trev,” I whisper.
He looks down at me expectantly, but the chime of the elevator pulls both of our attention. I take the safe route and stepoff quickly. He pulls a pocket guide from his backpack and flips it open.
I note the scribbles and scrolls around the edges. Right away, I know he’s gotten it from my sister. Brooke loved to daydream while she scribbled. I have tons of songbooks she got a hold of.
“We’ll need to catch a ride. It says we’re eighteen to twenty minutes away,” he says.
“Okay, I can split the cost with you.”
Trev turns his head to me slowly and lifts a brow. “No thanks, I have us covered.”
He places his hand on my back once again, but this time, I’m not ready. I jump from the electrifying current that passes from him to me. I look up at him while chewing on my lip, wondering if he felt that too.
He gives me a weak smile. Instead of asking him not to touch me or asking if he felt that, I duck away shyly and hurry forward. I chide myself.
This is not about you, Lynn. Focus on what you came here for.
The items in my bag feel so heavy with the weight of my thoughts. Pieces of my sister. That’s what I’m here for. So Brooke can leave her mark on the world.
“You all right?” Trev asks as we settle in the back of a cab.
“Yes, just thinking.”
