Prompted by: Jen B
The crazy author says: Random POV switch for no good reason cuz…yeah.
“Where are you going?”
I don’t say a word. I don’t even look at my brothers.
“Dude, it’s two in the morning…”
Instead, I slam the door shut behind me and nearly wipe out at the bottom of the steps. As my wheels skid across loose gravel, kicking up a thick cloud of dust in the moonlight, I plant a hand down to save my ass from tipping over sideways.
“Fuck.” That doesn’t feel good.
I don’t bother checking the damage. I straighten my chair, wipe the grit off my palm, and keep on going. When I reach my vehicle, I retrieve my keys. I need to drive for a bit. Somewhere. Anywhere but here.
Too bad I have a huge problem wrapped in a tiny package.
She slips between my knees and the getaway car, blocking my only means of escape. “Nice ride.”
“Which one?” I find myself asking. No idea if it’s intended to be a challenge or a tease. Verbal fucking diarrhea.
Leaning against the driver’s window, she replies, “Both.”
I’m pissed and flattered and amused all at once.
That she chased after me. That she likes my Impreza. That she might like me. That I’m beyond confused.
I shake my head and meet her gaze. Pride has me growling, “Go back to your husband, Julia.”
She doesn’t miss a beat, “I don’t want to.”
My jaw clenches, the accusation barely seeping through my teeth, “You always go back to him, I just haven’t figured out why.”
The fact that I’m aware of her so-called marriage and have clearly been keeping tabs on them seems to be of no concern. “I’m not sure why,” she admits with a small, sad smile. “Better the devil you know, I guess.”
And I instantly regret mentioning that worthless piece of shit.
I regret her making her sad.
“Come on,” I sigh, giving her hip a gentle squeeze. “Let’s go.”
Hazel eyes grow wide at the sudden invite. It’s a moment before she blinks and yet another before she whispers, “Where?”
“Does it matter?”
“No, it really doesn’t.”
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