Page 97 of Sins or Secrets
“Good sleep?” I smirk.
“Yeah. I was dreaming about that time we watched the sunrise on the beach,” she mutters, looking at me with hooded eyes.Hooded sexy eyes.
I wonder if she remembers what we did on that said occasion she’s dreaming about.
“Oh yeah? That’s quite a dream.Did you dream about the actual sun rising or was it what we did before that?” I can’t help myself.She should know by now what I’m like.
The blush on her face tells me she remembers just fine what we did before the sun came up on that fateful day.It was no different to what we did days ago.
She clears her throat nervously and glances away from me.“I was thinking of the sun.”
Liar. There’s no damn way she wasn’t thinking about the real reason I took her out there.I was nineteen and horny as fuck.I’d been away from her for months serving in Afghanistan.That was my first break and all I wanted was my girl.
The little smile she’s trying to hide is another tell of the little white lie.
“We’re nearly back," I say, providing the much needed change of subject.
She returns her gaze to me. “It was such a good day.I never expected it to turn out so well.I thought maybe it would be more awkward.”
“You and Heather talked like you’d always been in each other’s lives.” They did, and that was what was great about it.It was like they were starving for each other.
“It felt that way. I can’t wait to see her again.See all of them. Logan, I can't believe I have two brothers.I have an actual family who are normal, and they liked me.”
I don't miss the awe in her voice and it strikes me then that being an only child for her had its disadvantages.In the sense that she was alone.
“Any idea on when you want to go back?It sounded like you wanted to drive back there tomorrow.”
She giggles. “I know. We kind of got carried away with plans.Heather mentioned her birthday at the end of the month.They’re having a party.”
“Obviously you’re going.”
“Yes, and she wanted me to invite you.”
Here’s where I should say no. We’re in here talking like friends but I can’t be friends with this woman.
“Are you going to invite me?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll think about it.” She seems surprised by my answer.
“That sounds like no.”
I chuckle. “It might sound that way, but it doesn’t mean it is.”
“So then it’s yes?” She sounds hopeful.
“Not a yes it’s a maybe.” I can settle for maybes.That won’t get me in trouble one way or the other.
“It would be nice if you came.I’d like it if you came.”
“Then I’ll really think about it.”
“Okay.”
I’m grateful when she doesn’t push the issue, but my possible decline causes an obvious shift in the playful mood we had going.Almost like I’ve just put us in check, which I guess I technically have.
This version of us feels weird, and I don’t know how to do it.Throughout the last few days, we’ve been in this bubble of discoverywhich has deflected from the conversation we had on Saturday where she made it clear that she wants us to be professional.This is just me remembering that.
