Page 72 of Falling for Nicole
Chapter Fifteen
Nicole
Leaving Dec in my bedroom on the phone, I make my way downstairs to find Liv. I heard her get up a few minutes ago, but knowing there’s little chance she slept through our shower activities, I hesitated to greet her immediately.
“Good morning,” I sing when I get to the kitchen and find her stood beside a boiling kettle.
“It sounded like it was for you!” My face flames and a groan finds its way past my lips. “Don’t be embarrassed. I’m jealous, I haven’t been fucked like that in forever, or ever, actually, but I don’t want to dwell on that.”
“David doesn’t do it for you?” I ask, happy to spin this conversation onto her.
“At the beginning it was…all right. We were never going to set the bed on fire, if you know what I mean, but I honestly can’t tell you the last time we even had bad sex, let alone half decent sex. Thank fuck for BOB, is all I can say.”
“I’m sorry.” I’m not sure what else to say. With everything she told me last night, I can’t help feeling for her; she’s found herself stuck in a really shitty situation, and I hope she finds the strength to do what she needs to do.
“You ready?” Dec asks when he appears a few minutes later. Liv immediately spins around and I watch her eyes run the length of him. I swear her eyes are on the verge of turning green as her obvious jealousy pours from her. “Liv.” He nods at her, but otherwise ignores her desperation.
“Sure, where are we going?”
“Just for a drive, and I’ll drop you where you’re meeting Lilly for the afternoon.”
“What about Liv? I thought she was coming?”
“Don’t worry, we’ve got it all covered.”
“Okay.”
“Grab a jacket.”
“But it’s lovely out.”
“Do you trust me?”
I stare at him and I see his expression darken a little as he registers what he just said. “Yes,” I state strongly, because I do. He’s gone out of his way to show me that he’s serious about what we have here.
“Good. Come on.”
“Where’s your van?” I ask, looking up and down the street. We walked to the beach this morning, so I didn’t pay it any attention.
“I haven’t got it. We’re going on this, instead.” He comes to a stop next to an immaculate black and chrome motorbike.
I step back until I hit my neighbour’s front wall.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m not getting on that.” The panic in my voice must be obvious because Dec’s eyes soften as he walks towards me.
“Why not? What’s wrong?”
“My dad was killed on one of those things. I will never get on one.” My voice is firm and adamant, but I can see from Dec’s expression that I’m about to have a fight on my hands.
“Nothing will happen. I just want to take you along the coastal roads so you can see the view. We’ll hardly see any other vehicles.”
“No. I’m not getting on it.”
I watch as he blows out a breath, thinking about how he’s going to convince me.
“What happened to your dad was devastating, but it was an accident,” he says softly. “But accidents happen every day to people who drive other things as well. I promise nothing will happen to you, and I know once we get going, you’ll love it.”
