Smiling, carefree, talking to... a guy. Somewhat tall, brown hair, lanky, tats, young.
The way he looks at her? Hewantsher.
She laughs loud, pushing on his shoulder playfully.
That flirty little—
My fucking God, this woman is trying to kill me.
She waves goodbye to that asshat, scopes for me, and then skips over like that wouldn’t make me lose my mind.
She hops in the truck and leans close, planting a big, wet kiss on my cheek.
“I texted you,” I start gruffly.
“Oh? My phone died. Didn’t get to charge it last night.”
I narrow my eyes. “Nobody had a charger, huh?”
She bites her bottom lip and fidgets nervously. “I’m sorry. I was just trying to pay attention to the instructor.”
“I’ll get you a charger to put in your bag.”
“Okay,” she squeaks.
“Who was that guy?”
Her eyes widen and she perks up. “That was just Matt, a guy in my class.”
I leer. That fucker has his name on her lips.
She must see me twitch.
“Grayson. Oh my gosh, don’t worry! Just a classmate. Babe, I, I thought we were good? You forgave me.”
I drag my hand down my face, slow. I’m spiraling, and she can tell. Why does this one woman make me feel this way? So out of control.
Frustrated, I put the truck in gear and peel onto the street.
“Tell me about your day,” I say brusquely, changing the subject.
“Um. It was good. I learned—” She stops herself. “How wasyourday?”
“Fine. What did you learn about?”
She persists. “I wanna know aboutyourwork. Please.”
I side-glance at her. “Chucked fish.”
And obsessed. Worried about you. Drove myself insane thinking about your soft fucking moan. Those big dumb eyes looking at someone else. Got ignored — again. Hate that I feel this way.
But all I say is, “I need you to distract me right now, Charlotte. Talk.”
She must hear my need for her to speak, and she immediately obeys.
And slowly, I come down. I breathe. She’s here. My girl in my truck. Mine again, for now.
But I know what’s coming. I’ll have to drop her off. Let her out of my sight. Let the world near her again.
