Blakely
I don’t believe you.
Meadow
Where are you?
Blakely
Thank your agent for me he did a hell of a job
Message not delivered!
I text my client next that I have to reschedule our appointment and shove my phone into my pocket as I hurry to go to my room.
I broke my own heart—the green-haired girl who was beautifully ravaged by the faceless rider. I should’ve known it was never meant for more than one summer.
I got to do things with him that I’ve never tried with anyone else.
Each day we spent together, talking to each other, getting into deep conversation, and fucking until our bodies collapsed made him feel like my best friend. I know it sounds so stupid because I always knew he would have to leave at some point, but, I thought I managed to penetrate that roughness that cloaks and shields him when inside he has the biggest heart of anyone I know.
I even thought about asking him out on a date after the summer is over back in Las Vegas where I live and where he has an apartment in the city. Now it feels like these past few days were a preparation to release me and send me on my way with him giving me the key back to my room, calling my dad, and avoiding me by distancing himself.
I thought he needed some space, it is a good thing but Iguess I got it all wrong. So I should take a step back and walk quietly like his ex-girlfriend once said.
Soon I will have to say goodbye to this place, and I will have to say goodbye to him too.
“Blakely, wait!” Meadow’s panicked voice stops me in place as he shouts again, “Please!” The roar of his bike dies as he parks it somewhere behind me.
I slowly turn, shutting my eyes for a moment before I encounter all of the emotions that are written across his features, demanding my attention as I try to formulate a response.
We gaze at each other for a perpetual skip of my heartbeat.
The creases in his forehead are deep and pronounced when his eyebrows knit together. “What is going on?” His voice is low but his breath is irregular like he ran all the way here to catch up with me. “We were fine.”
I walk away from him. “I didn’t come here for you, I came here for me, and you were a mistake.” The anger is boiling my blood. I’m angry at myself. I gave in so fucking fast to another man that wouldn’t fight for me.
“But I wasn’t,” his voice trails behind me but I continue to walk forward. In three long strides, his shadow is next to mine, gripping my wrist, he spins me to face him. “So you’re telling me this. Me. Us. It doesn’t do anything for you?”
His body is flush against mine. His skin caresses my skin and creates goosebumps. My pulse starts racing as I manage to take small breaths. The heave of his chest causes his shoulders to tremble while he molds himself around me,fastening his arms around the small of my back. Our breaths mingle, lips almost brushing.
“Tell me,” he presses again.
He affects me, I can’t describe it. It’s something I’ve never felt before. Something I want to succumb to so badly. With a simple look, he can light up my soul, and I don’t understand it.
I hate it.
He wasn’t the plan. I was. And he just keeps ruining it.
I flick my eyes from his lips to his eyes. “Nothing.” I’m doing us both a favor as I wriggle out of his hold and walk fast to my room.
“That’s bullshit and I’m not giving up so fast.” He shouts. The anger and agitation in his tone cuts me like the sharp edge of a knife.
I wish you did.
“Don’t do that,” he runs in front of me, stopping me again, and the hurt in his eyes burns me inside.
I don’t understand us. That’s the truth. What are we?
