“I did.” I tuck my hands into my sweatshirt sleeves, keeping them out of the chilly air.
He nods and takes another drink. It looks like he wants to say something else, but he doesn’t.
We sit side by side, watching the sun rise the rest of the way. With every inch of sun revealed, a little more warmth seeps into the air around us.
The silence between us isn’t awkward. It’s peaceful in a way you can only feel with someone you are completely comfortable around.
It took hardly any time for Kane and I to get to this point. We felt it back then, and obviously, it still exists between us now.
I slide my hand out to scratch my leg. Kane’s eyes latch onto my hand… my thumb, specifically.
He gently picks up my hand, running a finger over the silver band that still sits on the very finger he slid it on three years ago.
“You still have this?” he asks in disbelief.
“Yeah,” I say, not knowing how he’s going to react.
It could go one of two ways. Either he’ll be creeped out that I kept it for this long, or he’ll think it’s sweet that I still wear it.
“Why?” he asks breathlessly. His eyes move from my hand to my eyes.
I drag in a breath. “It was important to you, so it became important to me. I wear it every day.”
His eyes widen in surprise. He swallows thickly, looking almost like he’s in pain. Eventually, he lets my hand go and picks up the cup he set beside him.
I stay there for several more minutes. The air around us is a little more tense but still comfortable.
I only move to stand when I need to get ready for work. I can throw things together pretty quickly, but I still need a few minutes so I don’t look like a complete troll.
“Thanks for the coffee,” he says, looking up at me with those soulful eyes that seem to be thinking something other than what he’s saying. Or not saying…
“Thank you for watching out for my friend.”
Now, with Wyatt’s mug in one hand and mine in the other, I walk out to where he’s straddling his own motorcycle.
“That’s an interesting position to find someone in so early in the morning,” I say, handing him the mug.
He chuckles, taking it from my hand. His fingers graze along mine as I let go.
“What can I say? I love my baby.” He pats the side of his motorcycle with his free hand.
I roll my eyes, leaning my hip against the front of it. My leg is almost touching his but not quite.
We both bring our cups up to our mouths, blow on the warm liquid, then take a sip.
“Look at us, all in sync,” he says with a wink.
“Does that really wake you up?” I nod at his coffee. There can’t be enough coffee in there to really do anything, so it must be the sugar.
He shrugs one shoulder. “I don’t really need the caffeine. I’m usually ready to go for the day without it. I just like the flavor.”
That I can believe. Wyatt always seems like he has more energy and happiness than he knows what to do with.
I’m sure he has his days when his world isn’t all rainbows and sunshine. I love his specific brand of levity, though.
I’ve gotten to know all the club members more over the last week, but especially these three guys who are each other’sfamily. There’s a place in my heart for all of them now in their own unique ways.
I don’t really know what to do with the feelings building inside of me. I’m starting to like all three of them, but I can’t go down that road for so many reasons.
