Lucie.
Blakely
And what do we think aboutLucie?
Dad
Blakely…
Blakely
I just want you to be happy and have someone when I’m not around.
Dad
You sound like your mother.
Blakely
Then she is right.
Dad
She was always right.
Blakely
Can you tell me another story about her?
As I write those words, tears are blurring my eyes.
How is it possible to miss a person I never met?
Technically, we’ve met but it doesn’t feel like we did because I don’t remember her. I have no memories of my own so I always look for a sign in things she left behind.
Meadow
Ilean over the railings of the second floor outside my room, smoke is rolling off my lips and covering Blakely’s bouncing ass. I shove away the smoke from my line of sight as my eyes navigate up and down the soft curves of her body, recording every tattoo, freckle, and goose bump that rises.
I push my shades farther up the slope of my nose and take another deep pull of my cigarette.
Tattoos scatter all over her petite frame as she crouches to pet my dogs downstairs.
She’s pretending not to see me nor sensing my laser gaze boring into her but I know she knows I’m here.
She’s not bumping into me on purpose but yesterday after she gave me a tattoo that’s all she’s been doing; smashing into me on the track, stepping on my foot in the parking lot, opening the door of the store straight into my face, twice.
Well… My helmet.
It cracks me up to see the moments of pure exhilaration on her continence when I play with the strap of my helmet and witness that angry pout when she doesn’t get what she wants. She has expressive eyes and eyebrows, it’s like theyportray the image she’s describing with her mouth. What thrills me more is the fact she’s unaware of that.
I want to bite those lips and watch her reaction then.
Still not interested?My tongue swipes across my lip ring.
Bullshit.
“I don’t know if you’re trying to impress me or assassinate me, but I’m kind of intrigued either way,” I say loud enough for her to hear. Probably, turned on too if I’m being honest.
