scrawled all over it.
But I only have two weeks. I can’t miss
any
opportunity.
“Everything okay?”
He shrugs, keeping his eyes closed. I go for the reverse psychology tactic.
“I won’t say anything to her, but I get it if you don’t want to talk about it. No biggie.”
“She’s been on my case lately. Not sure why. But it’s like I’m not enough all of a sudden.” Takes two seconds for him to spill. Score one for Kayla!
I nod, then remember his eyes are closed. “Have you talked to her about it?”
“I’ve tried. She acts like I’m a crazy person and shrugs it off. It’s frustrating as hell, but I don’t want to fight, so I let it go.”
Sounds like her. “You should tell her how you’re feeling. She may freak out, but she needs to know you’re serious. Maybe then you can find out what’s wrong with her.”
“You wouldn’t happen to know, would ya? It would sure save me the headache.”
I glance over at him, and he’s smiling. I have the sudden urge to shove his shoulder, but that seems too brotherly-sisterly. Like how I would act with Wesley, not Talon. So I keep my hands on the wheel. “Sorry. Not going to get in the middle,” I lie. Because I’m going to get to the bottom of this one as soon as I see Reagan. “But if it saves you an argument, tell her I want new car seat covers. And not pink ones. I want black or something neutral. Even though it is funny to watch you guys drive my car in pink-clad seats.”
“You are a lifesaver, Kayla.”
I bite back the huge-ass grin threatening to take over my face. It’s getting easier now to relax and talk about something other than stupid pizza. I want to do a fist pump and pull out my phone to tell Wesley. Since he’d be the only one happy for me.
“Hey, can we stop in a bit? All that pepperoni talk has me starving for something other than what we got.”
Talon rubs his stomach, and I’m jealous of that hand because I bet it’s running over some delicious abs right now.
“Sure. Take a nap first, then we’ll eat and swap seats.”
Hopefully after he wakes up, I’ll have a whole bunch of amazing and interesting topics stocked in my brain.
Step 8:
Cozy Up to His Family
(Even if it means eating burnt food.)
Talon’s house was our normal hangout before we all gassed it up to college. And when the tires knock against the curb, I fly out of the car and flop into the mounds of snow in his front yard. Oh snow, how I’ve missed you! All we have in Berkeley is this gross rain that wants to be snow, but can’t quite get there. Spokane has the good stuff.
A big duffel bag lands next to my head, and Talon sinks into the icy cold next to me. And here I thought we were too old for snow angels, but we both wave our arms around, occasionally smacking into each other.
We stop, and I let out a sigh, but not one of my Talon sighs. I love college, love being on my own, but there’s something about being home that puts warm fuzzies all over my heart.
“We need hot chocolate,” Talon says, sitting up. He quirks a smile my way and holds his hand out. When I settle my tiny fingers in his large man ones, a Talon sigh pops out. I internally curse myself.
I’m a lot closer to his coat-covered chest when I’m upright, and there’s a beat when his hand stays around mine and I’m able to smell the peppermints he has in one of his pockets. Or maybe it’s his breath. I don’t know. I don’t care. I don’t really know or care about much of anything right now. His eyes lock with mine, there’s another beat, and I can’t breathe. Can’t even smell the peppermint anymore because no air will enter my nostrils. It takes me singing Reagan’s name over and over in my head to stop my lips from planting themselves anywhere on that gorgeous face.
What is happening?
Reagan is your best friend
. He’s staring at me. This isn’t normal!
Reagan is your best friend
. He’s smiling. Holy wow, he’s still holding my hand.
Reagan is your best
But I only have two weeks. I can’t miss
any
opportunity.
“Everything okay?”
He shrugs, keeping his eyes closed. I go for the reverse psychology tactic.
“I won’t say anything to her, but I get it if you don’t want to talk about it. No biggie.”
“She’s been on my case lately. Not sure why. But it’s like I’m not enough all of a sudden.” Takes two seconds for him to spill. Score one for Kayla!
I nod, then remember his eyes are closed. “Have you talked to her about it?”
“I’ve tried. She acts like I’m a crazy person and shrugs it off. It’s frustrating as hell, but I don’t want to fight, so I let it go.”
Sounds like her. “You should tell her how you’re feeling. She may freak out, but she needs to know you’re serious. Maybe then you can find out what’s wrong with her.”
“You wouldn’t happen to know, would ya? It would sure save me the headache.”
I glance over at him, and he’s smiling. I have the sudden urge to shove his shoulder, but that seems too brotherly-sisterly. Like how I would act with Wesley, not Talon. So I keep my hands on the wheel. “Sorry. Not going to get in the middle,” I lie. Because I’m going to get to the bottom of this one as soon as I see Reagan. “But if it saves you an argument, tell her I want new car seat covers. And not pink ones. I want black or something neutral. Even though it is funny to watch you guys drive my car in pink-clad seats.”
“You are a lifesaver, Kayla.”
I bite back the huge-ass grin threatening to take over my face. It’s getting easier now to relax and talk about something other than stupid pizza. I want to do a fist pump and pull out my phone to tell Wesley. Since he’d be the only one happy for me.
“Hey, can we stop in a bit? All that pepperoni talk has me starving for something other than what we got.”
Talon rubs his stomach, and I’m jealous of that hand because I bet it’s running over some delicious abs right now.
“Sure. Take a nap first, then we’ll eat and swap seats.”
Hopefully after he wakes up, I’ll have a whole bunch of amazing and interesting topics stocked in my brain.
Step 8:
Cozy Up to His Family
(Even if it means eating burnt food.)
Talon’s house was our normal hangout before we all gassed it up to college. And when the tires knock against the curb, I fly out of the car and flop into the mounds of snow in his front yard. Oh snow, how I’ve missed you! All we have in Berkeley is this gross rain that wants to be snow, but can’t quite get there. Spokane has the good stuff.
A big duffel bag lands next to my head, and Talon sinks into the icy cold next to me. And here I thought we were too old for snow angels, but we both wave our arms around, occasionally smacking into each other.
We stop, and I let out a sigh, but not one of my Talon sighs. I love college, love being on my own, but there’s something about being home that puts warm fuzzies all over my heart.
“We need hot chocolate,” Talon says, sitting up. He quirks a smile my way and holds his hand out. When I settle my tiny fingers in his large man ones, a Talon sigh pops out. I internally curse myself.
I’m a lot closer to his coat-covered chest when I’m upright, and there’s a beat when his hand stays around mine and I’m able to smell the peppermints he has in one of his pockets. Or maybe it’s his breath. I don’t know. I don’t care. I don’t really know or care about much of anything right now. His eyes lock with mine, there’s another beat, and I can’t breathe. Can’t even smell the peppermint anymore because no air will enter my nostrils. It takes me singing Reagan’s name over and over in my head to stop my lips from planting themselves anywhere on that gorgeous face.
What is happening?
Reagan is your best friend
. He’s staring at me. This isn’t normal!
Reagan is your best friend
. He’s smiling. Holy wow, he’s still holding my hand.
Reagan is your best
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