Page 51 of Fly Back to Me
There’s something more to uncover here. Like I’m being led down a tangled road that might be exhausting, but I know I’ll find the answer at the end.
I want that answer.
“What are your dreams?” she whispers.
My hand flinches, those adorable curtain bangs begging me to brush them out of her face. Wet, champagne strands are slightly frayed from the mild chaos, and I couldn’t forgive myself if I allowed them to prod her perfect eyes.
Talk about being a real asshole.
But I can’t.
She isn’t mine.
Is Jenna, though?
“To own a business,” I tease casually, only for Olivia to smile.
Her soft laugh breaks the chain around my wrist, and I peel my hand off hers to ghost her silky cheek. A slight brush that satiates my curiosity without consequences.
Fuck, she’s so soft.
“To fly where I’m meant to,” I whisper.
Her plush lips slightly part as the downpour settles around us, the rain no longer a sanctuary from the reality outside the umbrella of leaves.
I’m exposed.
Stripped down toregret.
“I should take you back,” I say, dropping my hand from her satin flesh.
Olivia nods, understanding my thoughts without them being spoken. “Okay.”
We pull from each other’s embrace, the loss of her warmth cracking my chest.
But I lead us back to my motorcycle anyway.
Not because I want to.
Because Ihaveto.
Chapter 20
Olivia
“I swear, ice cream hits differently in a cone,” I say before lapping up the sweet bulb.
“Chocolate sprinkles hit differently,” Lauren adds.
I narrow my eyes, shaking my head. “Those are just fighting words.”
Her chuckle hums next to my ear as we stroll along the sidewalk. Light wind swirls around us, the clean scent of the air signaling the dawning of spring. “My lord, how are we adults?”
“I feel like after you turn six, the sprinkle debate is closed. Everyone knows the rainbow ones are superior.”
“Mm, can we close off the weight gain after twenty-five too?” she jokes.
“Everyone can afford to lose some weight,” I counter before licking my sticky upper lip. “The key is skincare and exercise.”
