“Joel was in on this?” I looked at Killian, and he just shrugged.
“Let’s get inside.” I thanked the ticket man, and followed Killian inside. I didn’t say anything to him, because I was still a big ball of emotions, so it was better that way.
We were fairly close to the stage and could see and hear everything perfectly.The Phantom of the Operawas amazing. The actors and actresses were fantastic, and the whole thing was perfect. And Killian was there with me, he’d planned this for me, so when it was over and we went back to the hotel, I showed him my gratitude in the only way I knew he’d appreciate: by giving him the best blow job, and riding him until he gripped my hips and yelled out my nickname.
My mind was reeling from the whole night’s events. So many feelings and thoughts were passing through my head, and some of them were confusing the hell out of me. I was head over heels in love with Killian. But then what?
We snuggled in bed, Killian long since passed out, knowing he had to start driving again in six hours. So I lay in his arms, silent, and thought about things.
We had a week and a half left in our month, I know I should have at least come up with some idea of what I was going to do when it was over. But I hadn’t. Now, my feelings for Killian were confusing me. I wanted to be with him, but didn’t know how in the world that could be a reality. The more I thought on it, the more confused I became. I wanted to find myself on the journey, and I had. But I’d also found something I wasn’t looking for. Love.
I fell asleep at some point from mental exhaustion.
Killian woke me up early in the morning, and we made our way back to the truck. Our adventure in New York was over. The memories would stay with me like a movie to replay in my head long after our trip. But as the city grew smaller behind us, I felt a knot in my stomach grow like a paperweight. I didn’t want this trip to end, but the further and further we drove, the more inevitable it would become.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Livia
Three hours later we were in Boston, picking up a whole truck full of custom motorcycles. Some looked like works of art; some were most likely originals from the old days. Either way, they were secured, packed up, and we were back on the road.
“Won’t have a whole day break for about a week. Just wanted to get this whole section done.” He felt bad for the way he scheduled things before he knew I was coming. Killian was his own boss, so he booked clients on the schedule the way he saw fit. I shrugged.
“No worries, I’m on your time schedule, remember?” I pulled out my sketch book and looked over the pictures I had drawn since we started this journey. You can tell what I loved most about being on the road, just looking at the pages. It went from drawing the little fairy to drawing parts of Killian.
“I meant to ask. Why the little fairy?” I pointed towards the little fairy in question on his dash.
“Grandma gave it to me. Said every truck driver needed something on their dash.”
“And a trucker’s hat,” I added. Which made me think about that for a minute.
“You don’t have a trucker’s hat, do you?” I looked at him with suspicion in my eyes; I bet he didn’t!
“No.” That was it, next time we stopped at a truck stop I was getting him a hat, no buts about it! He was a trucker, and having the hat was like, their thing! I didn’t voice my decision aloud, although he probably knew what I was planning because I stayed quiet after his revelation.
“So where to now?”
“Washington, D.C., then Norfolk, Nashville, Atlanta, Daytona, Miami, then home for you and then I’ll take a few days at home myself.” His voice sounded sad at the end, and we both knew why. But neither one of us said anything further; we weren’t ready for it.
“Where is your home?” I’d been curious about that, but hadn’t asked yet.
“I rent a small home on Sugarloaf Key.” Hm, an islander. I figured it would have been living out in the middle of Florida on a ton of land. My thoughts turned towards him in board shorts, swimming and surfing, then the thought hit me that things couldn’t work between us. I lived probably five hours from there. Not exactly a day trip type of deal.
“We’ll reach D.C. in about seven and a half hours.” He tried to break the sorrow that had coated the truck as we were both lost in our thoughts.
After a few minutes passed, I had an idea, and was feeling brave, so my fingers gripped my pencil and went to work. First his strong jaw line, that was covered in a light shadow of hair since he kept it pretty trimmed if not shaved completely. The more strokes to paper, the more his face became defined to perfection.
“So have you thought about what you’re going to do when the month is over?” He struggled to get the words out but he did.
“To be honest? Not really. I’ve been trying to live in the moment so much I’d forgotten that I was trying to come up with a plan at all. Having too much fun.” I didn’t want to look at him, but my eyes found his anyway.
“Is that a bad thing?” I asked.
“No. But you do have a life you have to go back to. You should have a game plan.” His jaw was hard, and I wished it was because he wanted me to stay. Gah! I was so confused.
“True.” My voice was barely above a whisper. I wished I knew what to do; I wished I had a sign. Wasn’t this the point in the journey where God or some divine force showed me a little sign of what I was supposed to do? My eyes fell upon Killian’s face on my sketch book. If only that was a sign from above. We fell into a weird silence, and both of us just listened to the music coming through the speakers. After two hours, we stopped to get some fuel and use the restroom.
True to my decision earlier, I nabbed us two trucker hats while I was inside getting some goodies.
