Page 57 of Sparks Fly
Have I thought about his lips on mine? Yes.
Do I want him to kiss me? Also yes.
But it is a dangerous game. This back and forth, the chasing and teasing. It’s harmless at the moment, but it’ll soon turn into something more and that’s when the shit will hit the fan.
Could you imagine…
No.
No, I mustn’t.
Pressing the button for the lift a few more times than needed, it arrives pretty quickly.
I say good morning to the other door man, but for the life of me I cannot remember his name, so a wave of my hand will have to do. Keeping my head down, I walk towards Rue’s.
Relief swarms me when I make it, and I feel like I have dressed wrong for today’s weather. The sun is hot and now I feel all sticky and sweaty.
Pushing the door open, the small bell rings and her head pops around the door frame from out back.
“Morning.” I smile at her as I walk towards her, she gives me a kiss on the cheek, and I pull her in for a hug.
“Morning.” She yawns.
“Tired?”
“Exhausted,” she admits just as two girls walk through the door. She excuses herself to go and talk to them, so I browse the bookshelves.
I love reading, but I never really have the time. But now, I am single and not ready to mingle, maybe I could fall in love with a fictional man. Brushing my fingertips along the spines of some books, I stop on one and pull it out, the cover pulling me in.
“That’s a good one.” A soft voice floats behind me, and I turn to see a young girl. She was one of the two that walked into the shop after me.
“Yup, girl gets her heart broken so moves away to a coastal town to find herself and instead she finds a six-foot guy who she shouldn’t want.”
Is this book about me?
“That does sound good, I’ll check it out.” I smile at her. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” She steps up next to me and looks on the shelves.
“Holiday?” I ask her and she nods.
“We come here a few times a year, especially when the race is on.” Her smile widens.
“It’s an amazing atmosphere, isn’t it?” I sigh and she nods eagerly, not that I have been here for the race.
“I love it so much,” she admits. “Plus, we like coming here and try to spy the drivers.”
“Have you ever got lucky?” I ask, turning towards her, holding the book close to my chest.
“A couple of times, but we’ve never seen our favourite driver.” I watch her lips turn down.
“Who’s your favourite?” I find myself asking, and I think deep down I already knew.
“Royce Lexington.” Her eyes sparkle when she says his name.
“Oh yes, Royce.” I nod, trying to swallow to relieve the dryness in my throat, a large sand-like lump lodged.
“He is just.” She places her hand over her heart
