Luca: Either
Luca: Both
Luca: When and where
Elise: Calm down, big boy. Don’t you have training tonight?
Luca:
Luca: Spoil sport
Elise: How bout I just lie back amongst the bubbles, sip my wine and think of you?
I could picture his square jaw locked as he read my reply and thought many, many mean thoughts about me.
Luca: You can be really mean when you want to
Luca: You know that?
Elise: Yeah, but you love me anyway
I hit send before rereading what I’d just sent. Then my freak-out started. And it wasn’t just a little, miniscule freak-out either. This was epic. I’d just told Luca he loved me. Loved me. What the fuck was I thinking? He didn’t even know me, and I told him he loved me. Fuck! Shit! Agh!
Banging my head on the steering wheel, I grabbed my phone and tried to delete the message. It was futile. Rationally, I knew that, but right now was not the time to be pretending to have rational thoughts. This was a fucking disaster.
A knock at the window startled me.
Glancing up, I saw Corey standing there, towering over my window, looking awfully concerned. I wondered how long he’d been watching me.
Cracking the window barely an inch, Corey’s worried voice asked, “Is everything okay, Elise?”
Feeling like a complete fool, I answered quickly. “Yeah. I just forgot something. Look, I’ve got to go. I’m late,” I lied.
Not looking convinced, Corey just took a step back as I started the ignition. “Okay. Well take care. And if you need anything, just call.”
“Thanks,” I threw out there just to be polite before slipping the car into reverse and backing out of the carpark.
As soon as I pulled to a stop at the first set of traffic lights, I punched buttons on the dashboard until I heard the phone start ringing.
“Princess!”
“Jax!” I almost squealed.
“What’s going on? Are you okay?” He knew me well. Perhaps too well.
“I fucked up.”
“I’m sure you didn’t.”
“No. I did. I really did,” I rushed out breathlessly.
“Tell Uncle Jaxson what you did, and I’ll tell you how to fix it.”
I hated that he sounded so calm. Why couldn’t he be flustered and panicked and freaking the fuck out like I was? “Luca. I told him he loved me.”
“Where are you?” I heard a door slam and something getting dropped before a string of cuss words that’d make even a sailor blush.
“On my way home.”
