Page 53 of When Sparks Fly

Sitting on the tailgate isn’t an option if we can’t keep our hands off of each other.

On the way to the front of the truck, I yank open the door and turn the radio up. She quickly catches on as I pull her body tight against me and wrap my free arm around her back.

Unlike dancing at the bar, she isn’t on edge out here. Her body instantly molds to mine. She reaches up to rest her hand on my bicep as she did before, releasing a breath. “It’s gorgeous out here.”

“Mmhmm.”

She looks up and finds my eyes, then swats my arm with a laugh. “Not me, silly.”

“You can’t tell me otherwise.” But I look past her at the expanse of land and sky. There isn’t another light or building in sight, save for the stars twinkling overhead. It’s a relatively clear night, cooling quickly.

She doesn’t respond. I spin her once, earning me a grin. “I bet you bring all of your dates out here to woo them with dancing beneath the stars,” she mumbles close to my chest again.

It’s not lost on me that she’s not making eye contact. I know very well what she’s doing. “Yep. Then we screw in the back of my truck.”

Her eyes bug and she gapes at me.

I chuckle at her expression, but I don’t need her thinking this is a schtick. “I’ve never brought anyone out here. Hell, I wasn’t going to bring you out here tonight. You needed to release some tension. Dancing does that for you. It was improv.”

She grins at me and I toss her out for another spin. On her way in, I dip her. Excitement sparkles in her eyes when she rights herself, and she leans up to kiss me. It’s the first time she’s initiated contact and pride swells in my chest. I have to figure out how to keep her.

Chapter 23

Maci

After our date, Sutton brought me back to Nana’s, walked me to the door like a gentleman, and then pressed me into it hard, kissing me very much unlike a gentleman. I didn’t invite him in and he didn’t ask. Then he waited for me to go inside before he stepped off the porch.

I knew I was screwed before, but I’m royally fucked now. Walking away from him when everything is done here is starting to seem like it will hurt instead of just being a bummer.

That’s a problem for another day.

Uncharacteristically, I lie in bed playing on my phone Tuesday morning. I should be packing up to head home today. A text notification comes in.

Leah:

Maci, what are you doing today?

Me:

Driving home.

Izzy:

You are home.

Have all the women in my life set out to conspire against me? I don’t know where they get the idea that I can simply keep this house because I want to or have an emotional attachment to it.

Me:

>.<

Leah:

Ok, fine.

Let’s do Taco Tues. before you go.

Izzy:

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