Page 65 of Untamed

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Page 65 of Untamed

“Then let me say it.”

He doesn’t and starts to walk away. It hurts, a sudden pain jolts my heart. He looks back over his shoulder at me; he doesn’t want to leave. A smirk tilts his perfect lips and he pulls in a raspy breath. “Nah, how about you come see me in Biloxi and tell me then?”

Holy shit. Go see him? As in, leave Ellensburg and travel halfway across the country for a bull rider? You can certainly think of worse options, can’t you?

The words hang there between us, waiting, and I smile, probably way too eagerly.

The rest of my summer just got a little more interesting.

I don’t answer him, but as I watch him walk away, sometimes things don’t need to be said. They only ruin the moment. I didn’t want to ruin this with some cheesy cliché of a goodbye.

This isn’t our goodbye. I know that much.

He might break my heart and test my trust with those buckle-busted ways, but like I said, if it sets your soul on fire, be fearless. I bet it’ll be one hell of a ride for my bruised but believing heart.

Our time together is to be continued, always wild, unpredictable, and meant to be untamed.