Page 5 of Wrong Number, Right Mechanic
I rolled down my window and grinned as I drank her in, taking my time to savor every drop of her perfectly curvy, thick figure. “Hey, Lyla. Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.”
A smirk spread across her face, but she quickly wiped it away. “What are you doing here?”
“I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to see you, Lyla. I love you. And I never stopped.”
CHAPTER THREE
Lyla
“Let me get this straight.You think you can show up here and everything will go back to how it was? Is that it? Well, newsflash, life doesn’t work that way. Grow up, Jaxon.” I pushed the words out with more anger than I felt. I couldn’t let him see me go soft. Otherwise, I’d melt into a puddle of goo at his feet. Which seemed to happen anyway, totally beyond my control, might I add.
“Of course, I don’t think it’s that easy. But I want to win your trust back.”
“What if I never returned home? Would you ever have the balls to pursue me? Or is it just because I’m back home and you figure- why not? No one else is in the running.”
A hurt look passed over his handsome features. And God, was he handsome. He changed so much in the last ten years, no trace of boy left. Muscular and fit, his tall frame was deliciously sexy. I found him attractive as a teen boy, so it’s no surprise I found his grown up self sexy. I wanted to climb him like a tree,wrap myself up around him, and breathe in his scent until my heartbeat slowed, my stress and anxiety releasing from my body.
In high school, the night before a big exam, he’d come over and cuddle until I was relaxed enough to study more or go to sleep.
So, when he broke up with me on the night of our high school graduation, before our last summer together, devastation hit me like a freight train. I ended up leaving early for college, having enrolled in summer classes to get a head start instead of being miserable at home.
Why did he break his promises?
Why did he say we would be together forever?
And why before our last summer could even begin?
I needed answers.
Ten years later, and I still had none.
So no, he couldn’t just show up here out of nowhere and expect me to welcome him with open arms.
“Let me explain what happened.”
“I tried calling you. So many times. But you sent all of my calls to voicemail.” I stared into his deep brown eyes, ones I remembered very well.
“I was too afraid to deal with it. It was easier to ignore. And that was wrong of me. So wrong. I’m sorry.” Jaxon said, as he killed the engine of his truck and climbed out.
As he moved closer towards me, my breath caught in my throat, as if I couldn’t get enough air. I wanted to gulp it down, but I couldn’t, my mouth dry. Having him so close sent my body into a tizzy and I didn’t know what to do with myself, so I took a step back, thinking distance was good. The more the better.
“I’ll tell you everything you want to know. But one thing’s for sure. I never once stopped loving you. I don’t think I ever will.” Jaxon took a step forward, closing the distance between us even more. “It’s always been you, Lyla.”
“If that were true, you wouldn’t have broken my heart.” My bottom lip quivered, and I bit down on it. I refused to show any sign of emotion. He no longer deserved my tears. He’s had enough of them.
“I was young and dumb. Afraid of hurt. I couldn’t bear the thought of prolonging the pain. Why spend all summer together only to leave each other at the end of it? What’s the point? We agreed long distance wouldn’t work.”
I swallowed hard, a bubble of emotion threatening to pop. His words stung. “Thepoint is,we could’ve enjoyed our last moments together instead of being alone and miserable. There’s never enough time. So why not use what we had left?”
“Again, I was a young and dumb. I only ended up hurting us more in the end. I’m sorry I broke your heart, Lyla. I broke mine, too. Worst summer of my life, honestly.”
“Mine too.” I whispered as I studied his expression, still able to read his mind without him ever uttering a word. “I just…my life…” I blew out a breath. “My life is complicated right now. I don’t think it’s a good time.”
“If we keep on waiting, we’ll never find a good time.”
“Jax…I…”
“Jaxon! Is that you?” Pam, Lyla’s mother, hurried down the driveway, wrapping her coat around her tighter. “What are you two kids doing out here? It’s freezing! Come inside, dinner is almost done.”
