She hugs me as I sit down next to her, “Sure!” she takes a few sips from her water bottle and says, “I never really had friends too, especially girl best friends so it takes one to know one.” Her grin encounters mine.
“I guess so.” It’s so nice to have friends like her and Lai.
“When Dean and I started traveling and I met his friends from EVERYWHERE,” she chuckles, “I found girls like me and it made me realize what I had been missing, but I guess it comes when the time is right.” She shrugs her shoulders.
I nod in understanding as I start eating and drinking my Pepsi.
“Anyway, we have a group chat, we all have partners except Meadow but we love him regardless. We’re just waiting for him to find his other half so she can join in.”
“That’s nice.”
I get it when people say love is just a chemical reaction in the brain. Love yourself, and put yourself as the number one priority. Stay single. Don’t trust anyone. Believe no one. But what if I just want a person to confide in, and have sex with? That won’t happen with a friend and definitely, not a therapist. It shouldn’t be like this because love is beautifulwhen it’s with the right person.
Dad loved my mom so much that he never dated again, he couldn’t see himself with anyone else although he used a lot of excuses along the way. Yet, she was it for him, but I think he can find love again. Maybe without the same force but still a love he can lean on.
Love exists, I see it everywhere in this place. It’s not gone, just stalling. I want a love of my own when I’m ready.
This place is all about giving, and putting our needs second when someone else requires help but our turn will come eventually.
After lunch, I pace toward the road to watch the bikers do some stunts and ride in groups with their new instructor who wears his helmet again but I know what he looks like underneath.
I stare at Meadow’s shirtless form, ink flows over his corded muscles, and my mouth waters. He salutes me as he strides in my direction, stealing my focus per usual.
“You have a bit of a drool,” he pretends to clean the corner of my mouth with his thumb while the rest of his fingers are placed under my chin.
I shove it away. “No, I don’t.”
“Spitfire, you have the same energy even when you’re drunk.”
“I’m not drunk!”
“And I’m not here, I’m an illusion.”
“You’re an idiot.” I retort, giving him a deadpan expression.
His genuine laugh rumbles in his chest and catches me bysurprise. I’ll admit that it sneaks a tiny smile on my face.
“Aren’t you tired of all of those nicknames you’re giving me?”
“On the contrary, Wilder, I’m entertained.”
“On my behalf.”
He inspects my facial features. “Based on your expression, I don’t know if you’re angry or constipated but you definitely need a cock in your mouth.” He puts his jacket back on, threading his hands through the sleeves. “Don’t waste all that energy let’s put it into good use.”
“Go fuck yourself.” I pretend to pat my third finger over my lips.
“And let you watch?” he wiggles his brows, “Is that smoke coming out of your ears?”
“Or you can lie on the road and I’ll run you over and save me the trouble.”
“You’re fun, Wilder, just need to loosen up a bit and you’d be ready to swallow my cock on both ends.”
“You’re a sadist.”
With the visor open, he flicks his eyes to mine, gazing at me through his thick, black eyelashes. “I like watching you sweat.” He winks with a devilish look, knowing how to drive me insane.
“You always tend to ruin a good moment.”
