What the hell?
“Are you coming to our show next weekend? It’d be great to see you there,” I said suddenly. It was like word vomit. It came out of nowhere. With no warning. And it spewed all over the place.
“I wouldn’t miss it,” she said, her fingers gripping her car door, her eyes burning into mine.
Why was I having such a hard time breathing?
Breathe, damn it! Before you pass out!
“Oh. Okay. Well. Um. That’s good. I’ve—uh—I’ve got to go,” I said in a rush, getting into my car and slamming the door shut. She waved at me and I waved back, putting the car into reverse and getting the hell out of there.
But I looked in the rearview mirror.
I could see her standing there. Watching me leave.
Fuck.
“Let’s go,” Sophie said once I arrived to pick her up. She had run out the door as soon as I pulled into the driveway. I didn’t even have the chance to get out of the car.
I had only been to her house twice before and never for long. I had never met her Dad, who also lived there. I never really pushed it because it hadn’t mattered. Sophie came and saw me on the road or when I was home. She worked around my schedule. What suited me. It was convenient.
But as the two of us drove to Garrett’s, I found it strange that I didn’t really know a whole lot about the woman I had dated for a year.
I knew basic fact. Bits and pieces.
I knew that she worked at her dad’s garage, which is why she was able to get so much time off to see me. I knew that she had two older sisters who she didn’t really get along with. Her mom had left when she was in high school and that’s when she moved to Bakersville.
I knew that she was a nice person. She was sweet and shy and unobtrusive. She went along for the ride without ever questioning where we were headed. She was simple. Easy.
But I never saw her vulnerability. Her tears. I never looked into her eyes and saw the parts of her that she kept hidden from everyone else.
We were shallow. Barely touching the surface.
She had tried to help me heal my heart. But had it really worked?
I wasn’t so sure.
I didn’t think Sophie had ever really given me anything of substance that I could move on to.
And I felt like shit for thinking that.
“I’ve missed you. I haven’t really seen you since we’ve been back,” Sophie said once we arrived at Garrett’s. We walked up to the porch, close but not touching. I didn’t feel the need to reach out and take her hand. I was okay keeping my distance. There was something seriously wrong with that.
“Yeah, it’s been a little nuts,” I excused. Lies. All lies. I could have seen her. But the truth was I hadn’t thought about it.
Being back in Bakersville always messed with my head. But this time more so than ever before.
And I had bought Gracie a fucking Baby Ruth and told her that I wanted her to come to the show.
I was ridiculous.
“Do you think I could stay over tonight? It’s been a while,” she murmured, pulling on my belt buckle, her eyes coy and meant to be seductive.
“Uh, well, I’m pretty tired—” I started to say.
Was I really giving her the “I’m tired” speech? Why don’t I just tell her I have to wash my hair?
Sophie pouted, her hands sliding up the front of my shirt and connecting with bare skin. Her nails scrapped along my abdomen and I felt…nothing.
Not a dick twinge. Not a belly flip. Nada. Nothin’.
“I think you’ll feel better when I have my mouth wrapped around your—”
“Get your ass in here! We’ve been waiting for almost a fucking hour!” Cole yelled, throwing open the door.
Sophie let out an exasperated breath and pulled her hands out from under my shirt.
“It’s Tits McGee! Wow, I was starting to think you were history,” Cole remarked and I should have gotten pissed at his disrespect towards my girlfriend.