“Why wear them then?”
“Josie.”
She sighed heavily and brushed the hair from her forehead. The rain was getting heavier and she was getting wet. Without a word, I pulled her towards me and back under the small green awning, if you could call it that. It was more like a square of cloth that hung over the door, but it was the best I could do unless I sent her back inside, and I did not want to do that.
“Josie?”
“My sister. She’s…shall we say insistent?”
“Bossy?”
“Nazi bitch is closer.” Mia giggled and I was completely fucked. It sounded like heaven. When her tiny hands rested on mine I thought she was going to pull them from her hips, but instead she held them in place.
“What are you doing here?” I groaned breathlessly.
I didn’t know this girl. I’d met her once. In a gym. Where I’d begged pathetically for her help. Now she was here. Looking like sex on legs, and she had me imagining things I had no place imagining.
“My sister, she, well, she decided I needed to stop being such a hermit and get out and live a little. Have fun. Her words, not mine.”
“And are you?”
“Am I what?”
“Having fun?”
She shuffled closer and looked up. I could feel her warm breath on my arm. It was pure heaven and it was the deepest, darkest pit of hell all in the same moment. I could have sworn I’d bust through my zipper any moment or I’d have permanent indentations in the one place you don’t want any. “I am now.”
