Page 51 of Over You
I envisioned flashing lights and cops running after us, blowing whistles. “If I go to jail. . .”
“No one is going to jail.” He spun us around. A swirl of gray and green whirled past. “See? No one’s coming.”
He was right; however, the tourists who chose to obey the signs stood behind the chain, pointing and snapping pictures.
“You know this is going to get on the internet.”
“The internet is a wasteland of useless shit and cat memes. Of course it’ll go on there.” He placed my feet to the ground in the shadow of the massive rocks.
I craned my neck back in amazement at their sheer size. Spencer took my hand and pressed it between the cold stone and his warm palm.
I closed my eyes with a smile. It may have seemed silly to other people, but that moment was one I’d dreamed of since I was a little girl. Being dwarfed by rocks that held secrets no one knew. Touching one of the Wonders of the World, and feeling the energy of thousands of years’ worth of hands. “Five years ago, I would have never thought this would be doable.”
“I’ll make everything possible for you, Georgia Anne.”
His fingers threaded through mine. He inched toward my face. My back hit the rock when his lips met my mouth. I didn’t care that people were most likely snapping pictures. I didn’t care if my name was splattered throughout tabloids. I only cared that he was trying and that our story hadn’t ended.
“Oi!” A whistle sounded. “You can’t go over the barrier.”
My pulse skyrocketed.
A wide grin shaped Spencer’s face when he pulled away. “Come on, Rebel.” He took my hand and led me through the grass toward the path.
One of the workers came jogging through the crowded walkway, a whistle gripped between his lips while he clutched his side. “Oi!”
Spencer fought a laugh when the man in uniform stopped in front of us. “You can’t do that.” He pointed at our feet clearly on the wrong side of the barrier.
“No Como say yessay. Merci.”
The man took the whistle from his mouth. His brow wrinkled. “Come again?”
“Issi missi rocko day taco.” Spencer lifted me over the chain, then pointed at the rocks as he stepped over. “Rocko taco.” He tapped the chain with the toe of his show. “No say como loco Diego.”
I cupped a hand to my mouth and faked a cough to stifle the laugh building in my chest. Spencer kissed my forehead and motioned back at the rocks. “Benefito. Perfectico. Magnifico.” He shook the confused man’s hand. “Uh. Gracias.”
And then his arm was around my waist, turning me away.
“You realize you said thank you in both French and Spanish,” I said as we walked off.
“Look at me being all cultured and shit.”
“Well, before you go getting all cocky, the rest of it was gibberish.”
Spencer glanced over his shoulder at the worker who remained completely stunned in the middle of the walkway. “But, did it work? Did you touch the rocks? And even better yet, get slammed against them in a passionate kiss?”
“I hate you.”
“Those, my dear Rapunzel, are lies of the worst kind.
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Spencer
Five days with Georgia. She was good at distracting me. Keeping me busy when my mind wandered and the cravings set in.
Five days of promises. Although I’d thought about it every hour on the hour, I hadn’t broken my promise. Each time I denied that yearning, I felt a little more hope bud in my chest. Maybe I could do this.
Five days clean. And I was puking my guts up.
