by Emma Nichole
Bloated? Are you fucking kidding me right now? What the fuck are you thinking? You want to be celibate forever, don’t you? You want to send her running for the hills?
“Oh, well, that sucks.” Then she laughs, and it’s the most beautiful sound in the world. “It was probably all that air you sucked in from backtracking so fast.”
She is on to me. Fuck it, just roll with it.
I glance up to the main area of the truck. Grayson and Amelia are lost in conversation, so they aren’t paying us any mind. I pull out my cell phone and send her a text message.
Me: You caught me, all right? You’re hot and you’re teasing me with the tongue and the lips...so I groaned.
She smiles when she reads the message on her phone.
Nora: How was I teasing you? I was just reading a book!
Me: You really don’t know, do you?
Nora: Know what?
Me: How goddamn beautiful you are.
She looks my way and just smiles, shaking her head.
Me: You should just trust me.
Nora: Can I?
Me: Without question. I am a good guy, ya know?
Nora: Prove it.
Me: Let me.
Nora: We’ll see.
