If I didn’t know any better, I would say you are avoiding me.
That’s an understatement of the year. I’ve even resorted to emails instead of texting because it feels too personal with him. It always turns to flirting, and flirting with Miles is a one-way ticket to repeating that night, which can’t happen again.
Ever.
Olivia
I’m not avoiding you. I’ve just been busy with work.
Miles
Then prove it. Let me come with you. I’ll even drive the whole way, and you can sit there and be my passenger princess. I really could use a day away. You would be doing me a favor, and like I said, I really should meet some of the wineries around the area.
Miles
Besides, I’m friend-zoned, remember? Friends take road trips all the time.
My lips quirk as I read the texts. I can’t believe I’m eventhinking of agreeing to this. Maybe it will be a good test to see how we are as friends and get that very deep, very noticeable line drawn in the sand. I can’t avoid him forever since we work together now.
Olivia
Fine. You can come. When I have the details, I’ll text you the time, and I’ll pick you up on my way.
Why the hell can’t I say no to him?
I know he’s got a big ass grin on his face because he won.
Miles
Perfect. I’ll bring the road trip snacks.
Olivia
I like gummy bears and beef jerky.
Olivia
And bring some trail mix, too.
If he’s going to come, he might as well make himself useful.
Miles
I think I just fell in love with you.
Olivia
Not funny.
Miles
It wasn’t supposed to be. See you on Wednesday. ;)
God, what have I gotten myself into? I just turned an hour meeting that I was avoiding into a whole damn day event. I guess the beach will have to wait another day because we are headed straight to the event and then straight home. No passingGo and no collecting two hundred dollars. The less time we spend together, the better. It’s easier to resist temptation when it’s not staring you in the face.
Gripping the steering wheel,I pull into the driveway of the blue beach house on Wednesday morning. Memories of that night come rushing in as I stare at the garage door, where I know his shiny black bike is behind. I can still remember the feel of the vibration between my legs and the feel of his body pressed to mine as I wrapped around him tightly.
A knock on my window has me jumping in my seat and clutching my heart.
