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“Are you watching, Mom?” I mutter the question quietly and lift my left hand to the mouthpiece on my helmet and kiss the rose tattoo inked between my thumb and pointer finger. “This one’s for you.
The air is charged around him. He hasn’t moved at all and something about it has me feeling like I’m walking a catwalk in front of him. Or a plank. I don’t like the way my heart races or my face flushes under his scrutiny.
Her boyfriend keeps kissing her neck as she reaches out that same hand and pulls another girl closer. The smokeshow.
His dark, serious gaze locks on me. “I know you were, and I chased mine. I did what I wanted to do, and I don’t regret that it’s over. Now it’s your time. So, fight like hell for it.”
My breath catches as I read the caption. My brother is a badass. Wait until you see the other tricks up his sleeve. And above it is a video of me performing a heel clicker.
“I’d do just about anything to avoid asking anyone for anything.” Why? No, scratch that. I don’t care.
“If you want to see me naked, all you gotta do is ask, princess.” “Skinny guys don’t really do it for me.” She turns on her heel.
He wobbles as he shifts his gaze to his socked feet. Seeing him attempt to point his big toe is the bright spot on my day.
She leans back, arms propping her up, and stares at me with those bright blue eyes. I like having her eyes on me.
“Yeah, it’s just that easy.” She bats her lashes at me. I want to lean in and kiss her. Doubt that’s on her workout plan.
He looks like an advertisement for bad boys, and everything inside of me screams, sign me the hell up.
Knox’s voice works like a salve, soothing my wounded pride.
“Lots of people think I won’t get back to where I was before.” “You’ll prove them wrong, princess.”
“You’ve done everything I asked, so tonight, you can order me around.” Knox hands me his helmet with a wicked smile I feel all the way to my toes. “Get on.”
“I’ll give you twenty bucks if you let me drive her around.” “I wouldn’t let you lay a finger on her for twenty bucks.” “The bike or the girl?” He smirks and lets his gaze slide over to me. Knox gets off the bike and holds out a hand to me. “Either, but especially not the girl.”
“You did win.” I shrug. “And you’re in charge tonight, remember? So whatever you want.” “That’s a dangerous thing to say to me, princess.” He lowers his voice. “I’d have you bent over my bike so fast you wouldn’t know which way was up.”
Every time I see her in different situations, I think she can’t get any hotter. And somehow, I’m always wrong.
“Why’d you run away instead of telling me all this at the bar? Hoping I’d chase you?” “No. I promise I did not expect you to show up here.” “Good. I don’t chase.” “But here you are anyway.”
I watch her until the dust from her tires makes it hard to see her vehicle as it turns out of the track onto the road.
He runs a hand down my hair and pulls me farther onto him so my head is resting over his heart. The steady thump is soothing. I like him so much it actually hurts a little. “I missed you.” A beat passes, and then he says, “I missed you too.”
Ahhhh
Unexpectedly sweet, loyal, beyond stubborn, and the most selfless person I’ve ever met. He bought me a bike. A pink bike.
A real smile finally spreads across her face. I’d do just about anything to keep it there.
His words feel almost as reaffirming as nailing my beam routine did.
I don’t know when it happened, but at some point, I started picturing her in all kinds of scenarios I never gave much thought to before.
My throat burns with the need to say well actually, I can’t get enough of you either. In fact, I’m in love with you and wondering if you could possibly reconsider the whole I don’t do serious thing. I, of course, don’t say any of that. Not now and maybe not ever.
We sit there holding hands in the dimly lit room on cheap plastic chairs with the smell of burnt coffee in the air. I have the errant thought that she’s the only thing keeping me together right now.
I can’t make him let me in or need me. And I can’t make him miss me the same way I miss him. He isn’t even gone yet, and I feel like I’ve lost him.
Good logic queen!!
Rough-edged and prickly Knox Holland has my heart, even if he’s tried to pass it back to me daily.
And someone that will be there for her to hear about every detail of every boring day, too, because those are the moments that matter. A lot of life happens in the days that don’t get marked on a calendar.
I can’t pinpoint the exact moment I fell in love with him. It happened in all those moments, little bits at a time.
