Page 15 of Road Trip
Chapter Five
Abra
I couldn’t believe I’d dropped the bisexual bomb on him like that. He should know if we were going to have sex. But the second part? Overshare. I waited for him to grab up his clothes and ask to call a cab or something. I expected him to run away. His response was completely unexpected.
He chuckled and cradled my face in his hands. I couldn’t stop staring at his lips and how they begged me to kiss them. They were plump and sweet like berries.
“I’m not going anywhere unless you ask me to leave. I’m enjoying myself entirely too much to not see where this takes us. Speaking of taking us, where are we going tomorrow? Or today?”
Oh! Right. I hadn’t told him yet.
“A music festival. I thought I told you that.”
“You just said debauchery. What kind of music?”
Uh oh.
“What kind of music do you listen to, Kelly?”
He made a face. “Me? Classical and jazz, I guess. Some country. I play classical and flamenco guitar. My mother was a music teacher and gave lessons at our home. I guess it just stuck.”
That kind of made me hot. Okay. Get it together. “Wow. Um…so it’s not that kind of music. Have you ever heard of Korn? Avenged Sevenfold?”
He shook his head. “I don’t know. Maybe I’ve heard the names before. Is this a rock festival we’re going to?”
“Yeah, you can say that.”
He smirked. “Sounds interesting. Before you take me I should probably tell you that I don’t drink, you already know how I feel about drugs, and being in crowds kind of makes me…alert. Not really uncomfortable, but, you know…occupational hazard.”
“I’ll totally understand if you want to bail. It’s not for everyone.”But please don’t leave,I wanted to say.Please stay and let me just spend one more day pretending like I could have a normal life with a normal guy, pretending like I’m not running away from a big black cloud.
He held me for a long time without talking. I almost thought he was asleep, until he spoke against my hair.
“You just met me. I don’t know what you were expecting from our runaway together, but I am having an amazing time. I’m sure that will continue.” He brushed my hair back off my face and kissed my forehead. It was such a caring gesture.
“You’re sweet, Kelly. I like our runaway, too.” I yawned and let myself sink into delicious sleep with his strong arms around me. I could worry about the real-life shit later.
I woke with a start and was instantly blinded. “Gah! Kelly, can you close the drapes, please?” I pulled the covers over my face, hoping my goddamn retinas would heal from the burn.
There was no response and no relief from the sunshine. “Kelly?” I sat up and looked around. No sign of my stowaway. I rubbed my hands over my face and took a deep breath.
“He couldn’t have left,” I said to myself. “How the hell…” I got up and used the bathroom, trying not to lose it, but freaking out was kind of my modus operandi. Maybe I’d overshared the night before. Maybe he couldn’t handle my lack of fitness. Maybe he was really married or something. He probably woke up and thought better of staying with me. My stuff was still here, so he wasn’t like some fake cop that duped me into being his escape plan. Although I should have known that, but you never knew. I glanced out the window and saw my car was still there. Good, no grand theft auto. But why did he leave? No…I needed to avoid the downward spiral that was about to start.
Fuck. He could have called a cab…
“Whatever!” I shouted just as the door swung open.
There was my cop, drenched in sweat in just his utilities with a bag from Target.
“I wanted to surprise you, darnit!” The sun shone behind him and he just glowed. He actually glowed like some erotic angel.
Jesus, I was so fucked.
“Hi,” I said quietly, trying to get the little voice in my head to shut up.
He shut the door, dropped the bag, and stormed over to me. With a deadpan expression, he picked me up over his shoulder, much to my chagrin, and carried me over to the bed and carefully laid me back down.
“Pretend you are still asleep,” he whispered. My answering frown must have irked him. “Close your eyes!”
