The loud clunk of machinery in the garage has me heading that way.
Soft rock music greets me along with the sight of Beau bent over a truck even older than the one we rode in yesterday. Sweat dots his shirt, making it cling to him in the most delicious way. He twists some tool in the engine and grunts when nothing happens. I need to stop ogling him.
“Morning.”
“Afternoon more like it,” Beau points out without looking at me.
“Sorry,” I reply sheepishly. Embarrassment floods through me but disappears when Beau looks at me over his shoulder, a soft smile spreading over his lips.
His gaze rakes over me, before meeting my eyes again. “We got nowhere to go until this evening, sweetheart. Don’t worry. You sleep good?”
Sweetheart. Jesus, I’m almost a puddle at his feet. The word just rolls off his tongue, sweet as honey.
“The best I’ve slept in ages,” I tell him truthfully.
He winks and returns to tinkering with the engine. “The power of a decade-old quilt sewed with love and washed a million times.”
He’s probably not far off. “Can I sit and watch you?”
Beau chuckles, rotating his wrist to do something deep inside the engine. “Sure. ’Bout entertaining as watching paint dry though.”
He really has no idea. A metal barstool sits nearby, so I park my ass on it to watch him work. Pulling out my phone, I take afew stealthy shots of him, sending one to the boyfriends’ group chat.
Look at my fake boyfriend for the weekend
Jackson
I think he’s taller than me
6’5”ish I think
Jackson
I have an inch on him
Every inch matters wink
Benji
No flirting in the group chat
We are literally just talking
Eli
Stop flirting!
Jackson
We could just be sitting in the same room and you’d accuse us of flirting because y’all think you’re funny
Benji
I know I’m funny
ANYWAY! THIS IS ABOUT ME!
Jackson
