Page 70 of Fly Back to Me
A cough stumbles from my mouth, my palm slapping to my chest as I face Lauren. “I’m sorry, what?” I ask. “This has to be some sort of attempt for you to give me bad advice just to see how much of a shit storm I can start.” Then my eyes hood,staring at her skeptically. “Oh my god, I’m your new reality TV show to indulge in, aren’t I?”
Lauren chuckles, reaching out to thread her fingers in my ponytail. “Okay, I do like to watch drama unfold just as much as you do, yes.” Then she shines a kind smile as she continues, “But I do think there might be something to unpack here.Might be.”
“Ew, stop it. You’re freaking me out,” I snarl playfully, shoving my hand into her chest. “How much wine did you drink already?”
Lauren sighs, turning to grab her Cabernet off the end table. “Only a quarter of a glass.” She twists her body so that her back is leaning against the armrest. “All I’m saying is if he took the leap to kiss you, then maybe you owe it to yourself to see if he keeps his word. If he doesn’t, nothing was lost.” Then she sips on the ruby liquid.
I redirect my eyes to the television, images flashing in and out as my mind rewinds recent events. Or lack thereof, in my case.
Give me the week.
Uh huh.
His time is running out quickly, and I’d love to indirectly call him out on his bullshit. If that’s what it is.
I toss Lauren a dreadful look before taking my phone off the coffee table. My thumbs tap around the screen, swiftly opening my texting thread with Cade to type a message.
Me: Should I stop myself from coming down to your brewery tonight?
Truthfully, I don’t have any intention of driving to see him tonight. The first reason being that I’m two glasses of wine deep right now. The second being that I’m way too comfy snuggled on the couch. And the third reason being that I’m a little pissed offat his fine ass.
This message is more about fishing for the information I need. Is he truly dedicated to seeing where things can go with me?
I don’t need to ask the questions flat out. There’s always enough to read between the lines when you’ve grown to know someone pretty well.
A dull rumbling in my palm cranks my eyes down to the small screen.
Cade: I’m not there tonight. I’ll be there Thursday ‘til closing.
I play with the idea of texting back and teasing him. But at this stage in our relationship, it would be pointless and predictable.
Unoriginal.
No.
I need to give him something to remember. Something that’s going to resuscitate his heart from the hell it’s been living in. Something that’s going to make himsureabout this.
Aboutus.
Aboutme.
So long as he keeps his word, I’ll be armed to get exactly what I came for.
Cade
The pads of my fingers vaguely rest on my mouth, and I swear I can still feel the trail of her lip gloss. Her hot mouth. Her silken touch. Her sweet taste. All of it was so fucking perfect that I’m kicking myself for not kissing her under that spreading tree.
Olivia entices me, but not only in a provocative way. Her sex appeal shines through her confidence and passion. In the way shesees me. I don’t have to speak many words for her to understand me.
We connect on every tier.
She just fits.
I’ve never met anyone like her. When we’re around each other, it’s like we’ve already been acquainted in a different life. Spending time with her iseasy. And if someone is ever on the outside looking in, they’d never tell where I began or she ended.
We’re seamless.
Two feathers of the same bird.
