There isn’t anyone mine or Bobby’s age. Everyone looks to be closer to my mom’s, were she alive.
“Wait for me to get your door.”
I do as Bobby asks. He gets out, and not in a hurry, as if he wants to prolong our time together, Bobby walks over and opens my door. Before I can hop out, he cinches his hands on my waist and lifts me out of the truck.
Bobby sets me on my feet, but not before he dips his head, lingers on my pulse point, and smooths his mouth over my skin. He inhales. “Fuck, you smell good enough to eat.”
The words that come out of my mouth next are scandalous, and my face heats. “Eat me out later? Like you promised?” I clamp my hand over my mouth.
There’s low laughter from him. “Looking forward to it,” he says in this sexy rumble that has my insides quivering and heat pooling between my thighs.
He takes my hand and shuts the truck door, and we proceed to walk around the stalls set up in a huge parking lot with massive screens. I must be staring. Bobby angles his head and says next to my ear, “Drive-in movie theatre.”
“They exist?”
“This is the only one in the state.”
“Wow.”
“This will be our next destination.” He stares at the screens with a contemplative expression. “We’ll make out in the truck. You can hold on tight to me when there’s a jump scare. Or bawl your eyes out on my shoulder at the point in the movie when all seems lost.”
This guy . . . Smiling, I shake my head. “I wouldn’t have thought you were into movies.”
“I am.” He tips his chin at the screens. “Yes to seeing a movie with me, sweetness?”
My insides melt. I can vividly see us making out in his truck as a movie plays in front of us. Can see myself hanging on tight to him during a scary scene and crying on his shoulder at the part when all hope is lost.
“Yes, I would love to see a movie here with you.”
His face softens. His eyes shine. “Thank you, sweetness.”
“For what?”
“For making me a happy man.”
18
BOBBY
My memories of my time with Ever get me through the rest of my blasted time in San Francisco.
After I bought her a bouquet, we went to the fruit and vegetable stall. Whatever Ever picked up, I had the lady bag. The lady smiled when Ever stomped her foot, insisting she pay. I grasped her chin and kissed her senseless.
That wasn’t me. A motherfucking alien must’ve taken over my body. I don’t do PDA, but that kiss, in front of all the shoppers and vendors, was as public as it got. And I’d do it again.
Fuck me, the way she melted into the kiss, her body lax and pliable to my caresses, and the way her mouth yielded to mine, blood had engorged my cock, and my brain stopped functioning. That was when I knew it was time to ease off.
Everything else I do with Ever past first base is for me only, because I’m one selfish son of a bitch. I don’t want an audience. I have nothing to prove. Ever isn’t Jules. She would never cheat on me.
Yeah, I barely know her, but the way she blushes and stares at me with wonderment and hunger in her eyes when she thinks I’m not looking, it’s enough for me to know she’s mine hook, line, and sinker.
We drove to the flea market afterward. Dark clouds rolled in. Ever doesn’t like being in a car when it rains. Who hurt her? What happened to her that had her clutching her cell phone and checking it when she didn’t think I was watching her?
If push comes to shove, I could call in a favor. Zach owes me for saving his life down range. His specialty is hacking databases and gathering intel. It’d be easy for him to pull up accident reports and hospital admissions.
I would revisit this fear of hers later. Seeing Ever happy, holding her hand as she tugged me from one stall to another, the excitement in her voice when she found something she liked, I couldn’t not look and pay attention to her.
She stole my breath with her excitement. Her smiles had me tripping over my feet. Her arms curled around my bicep had me floating on air. And when she lifted her face to mine and looked at me like I was something special, she made my year.
