“Being so awesome.”
“No need to thank me for that. It’s a gift,” he teases, and I snicker.
“I could go for a double cheeseburger and fries,” I tell him.
“Where the hell are you going to put it?” he asks, looking me up and down.
“I may be small, but my stomach is big. I eat a lot,” I warn.
“It doesn’t show.”
“I swim it off. I love to swim,” I divulge.
“Why aren’t you on swim team?” he asks.
“I think it’d ruin it for me. I don’t like anyone telling me what to do.”
He laughs. “No, you certainly don’t.”
He opens the passenger door of his SUV and I slip in. He’s gentlemanly and kind and really sweet. He’s also in a situation much like mine. Knowing it won’t work out with the person you have feelings for really sucks.
Elan and I are kindred spirits.
