Page 25 of Quietly Falling
Dammit.
“Sorry, I’m sorry I?—”
“Nope,” she pants as she shakes her head awkwardly so close to the roof. “I liked it… That’s the problem and we…this is not happening here. Not like this, and apparently, I’m the adult today.”
“Your sacrifice is noted,” I deadpan and she laughs, pushing my door open, maneuvering awkwardly, before getting both feet on the ground. She retrieves my bag from the back as I try to discreetly adjust myself before she rejoins me in the cab.
In the driver’s seat.
And unfortunately,not on my lap.
Fishing my meds from the side pocket, I down the pill dry before chasing it with a swig of water, my body both exhausted and rejuvenated from the last twenty minutes.
And I feel like I should say something…something more thanthank you.But what is there to say? She saved my life, in more ways than one.
I want to reach up and touch the tips of my fingers to my lips, the feel of her still so real against me.
“I think there’s a motel up the road, maybe like twenty minutes, all right?”
“Yeah, sure,” I mumble, leaning back against the headrest and closing my eyes as she eases back into traffic. “Thanks.”
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ELLA
We made it.
That’s the only thing running through my mind as we ease into the parking lot and I kill the ignition. Bodhi’s been silent, but I didn’t tease him about it.
I couldn’t.
Especially not after that kiss.
“We’re here,” I whisper, not wanting to startle him, his eyelids blinking open as his head lolls to the side to look at me.
“Thank you.”
“Of course,” I manage, my throat like sandpaper as I try to force the words out, those chestnut orbs watching me with an intensity that steals what’s left of my breath.
“Why don’t you wait in the car and I’ll grab us a couple of rooms,” he says softly.
“Are you sure? But your migraine?—”
“I’ll be fine for the few minutes it takes to walk across the parking lot and back.” Pausing, his lips twitch the slightest bit as he adds, “I’ve survived worse.”
“Promise?”
“Yeah, I’ll be right back, all right?” I nod but honestly, he could have asked me if I wanted to coparent a herd of feral cats and I would have agreed.
What is it about him that makes me lose all my senses?
“Sure.” I nod again as he unfolds himself from the truck, stretching one arm across his chest and then the other, his jeans molded to his backside andgood Lord above.
Wow.
That is spectacular.
And I’m staring.
