Page 70 of Life To My Flight

I blinked quickly. “What are you confused about? Can you call for directions?”

He sighed. “I know where we are.”

“Then what are you confused about?” I finally asked.

He rubbed his palms roughly over his face. “A lot of things. Mainly I’m just not used to being wrong. I fucked up by leaving, and then not calling. I fully admit that, but I thought I was doing the right thing. I didn’t want you to be a statistic. Now here you are giving me the time of day when I don’t deserve it, and I just don’t know why I deserve that.”

I looked down at his bike, tracing my finger around the bright silver dials of the motorcycle’s gauges while I thought about what I wanted to say.

Looking up, I swallowed tightly, admitting one of my inner fears.

“You don’t deserve it, Cleo. You really hurt me. Gutted me. However, that being said, I’ve missed you. You were...still are, one of my best friends. I want that back, and if that means I have to put my trust in you again, then I’ll do that. It’s my decision to make. Just don’t fuck it up again, okay?”

He laughed.

The shit.

“Okay, baby. I won’t fuck it up again,” he said.

Walking back towards the bike, he swung his leg over and settled back between my legs.

Just before he started the bike back up, he reached his large palm back and cupped the back of my head, pulling it towards him.

I leaned in and lifted up until I could touch his lips with my own.

“Love you,” he said before the roar of him starting up his bike covered up my surprised exclamation.

“Holy fucking shit!” I squealed.

He laughed as he took off down the dirt road.

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Rue

“Have you ever shot a gun before?” The woman asked.

I smiled down at the ground, not wanting to show my face to the men.

“Yep,” I said quietly.

“I have, too. But I’m not good enough to outshoot Trance,” the black haired woman with the black dog at her feet said.

She’d introduced herself as Viddy earlier, and the dog as Radar.

She’d come in a big, monster of a truck with one of the most devastatingly handsome men I’d ever seen before in my life.

He had curly, baby fine blonde hair, two different colored eyes, one green and one blue, and a killer smile.

However, I knew as soon as he’d looked at me that there was more than what met the eye.

I could tell with just one look that Trance and Viddy were in love. Trance only had eyes for Viddy; just being around them made me feel like I was a voyeur.

They instinctively knew where the other was, even without glancing over at each other.

Radar had stuck to Viddy’s side like glue for the last twenty minutes we’d been here.

“That’s ‘cause you can’t see,” Adeline, Viddy’s twin sister, said.

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