I hate that it comforts me still. But on the hard days, having that sweatshirt to throw on calmed me in a way I couldn’t being to describe.
“Audrey?” Logan snaps his fingers in front of my face, pulling my attention back to him.
“Sorry. Let’s go.”
Not even two minutes into this trip and the only thing I can think about is Logan.
This is a really bad idea.
* * *
Logan
This wasthe worst fucking idea I’ve had in a long time.
Road tripping to Denver with Audrey?
I didn’t think she’d actually say yes when I suggested it. Flying would’ve been way easier. But somehow I convinced her to say yes and drive down with me.
Both of us had to be there, so why not? She has a race this weekend. And with my leg finally ready, there’s no sense in delaying the inevitable.
It’s time to see if all my hard work over the last year has put me in football shape.
It’s the one nagging thought I’ve had throughout this entire last year since I was cleared to start rehabbing. I figure if Audrey is with me, maybe I won’t be so distracted.
“Do you need any snacks?”
“We have a long way to go, Logan, and we just got started. You already want a snack?” Audrey kicks off her boots and crosses her legs underneath her.
“It’s a road trip. You always need snacks.”
Her quiet laugh is a balm to my nerves.
I never imagined Audrey coming back into my life. Both of us are elite athletes with demanding schedules. Even when we were together, it was hard to make time for one another. Training required our full attention. We made good use of what little time we had, but it was never enough.
Now that she’s back? I want to make room for her. I know she’s wary of me, but Audrey was always my person.
Who better to understand you than someone who is in the same boat as you?
“Fine. Did you bring any snacks?” she asks, turning her head toward me.
I chance a quick glance at her. The roads are quiet as we leave town. Snow started early and it’s coming down harder now. It was supposed to clear up, but I don’t know if that’s going to happen.
I’m only hoping it doesn’t take longer to get to Denver than planned.
Or maybe I do. Would it be the worst thing in the world to be stuck with Audrey for longer?
“Check the cooler.”
She shuffles around in her seat, leaning over the bench.
There’s barely any room between the side of her ass and my face. So many inappropriate thoughts are racing through my head.
What I wouldn’t give to be able to pull her into my lap and have my way with her. Maybe I’m just hard up and need to get laid, but I know it’s more than that.
Sex with Audrey was always fantastic. There was nothing that was out of bounds with her. It was fun. And hot. So damn hot, just the memory of it has my dick hardening in my sweats. Sweats that won’t do much to conceal it if I keep going down this road.
“Holy shit,” her voice sounds from the backseat. “You remembered.”
