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Authors: Casey L. Bond
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with me sometime soon?”
As tempting as that was, I needed to find me. I came to college several states away from my home to get an education—in accounting and whatever college traditions I got caught up in. (Preferably those that didn’t carry a prison sentence and/or involve running from the police). I still needed to find me, so I couldn’t be with him. He was a distraction. Sexy distraction on a stick of sugar-coated yummy. I raked my eyes down him. Distraction! NO. Look away!
I tended to lose myself. I’d let Georgia transform me into her clone and never realized it. I’d let Luke the fox turn my brain to complete mush for one night. But that’s all it was. It was one, crazy, dangerous, sexy night. It wasn’t love. It was nothing but an insane night, that somehow we escaped unscathed. Guys aren’t part of my plan. Luke wasn’t part of my plan. It had to end here.
“I’m super glad we didn’t get thrown in actual prison, not just because my dad would have had a coronary, but because you and your brother are very sweet. But, in the end, we got caught up in a whirlwind this weekend. It was tense and emotional and...weird at times, but it was somewhat fun and scary. What I’m trying to say is no. I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to date.”
His shoulders fell. “Seriously?”
“Yep. Look, Luke, you’re a nice guy, but I need to focus on my classes. I have a ton of work to do to even get caught back up. I got distracted, being around LA and all of the palm trees and the sun and the people, I lost track of what I wanted. I want to do well in school, so I have to give it my attention. Everything else gets pushed to the back burner so to speak.”
He nodded, busying his hands by wiping the black grease off on a stark-white towel. “I get it. Grease monkeys aren’t the yuppie types that can buy you the house and the car and all that stuff.”
I shook my head. “I don’t care about that stuff.”
“Besides, you’re right,” he said, staring out the garage bay. “We barely know each other.”
“Luke,” I began.
“No. It’s fine. You should go.” He nodded toward the street. “Need a ride?”
“I’ll walk. I need some fresh air.”
“No. Not dressed like that you won’t.” He shook his head. “Give me a sec.”
Luke ran into the room and snagged a set of keys off the ring, closing the open garage door and opening the closed one. “I’ll drive you to your dorm.”
I nodded, accepting his offer. I did not want to walk all over town in booty shorts. My ass cheeks would thank me later.
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T he trip across town was awful. If torture by silent treatment was a thing, I’d be bloody on the seat of Luke’s car. When we finally made it passed the cars and red lights and Luke pulled in front of my dorm, he never looked at me. That cut me deep.
“Thanks for the ride...and for an interesting weekend.”
He finally smiled slightly and looked at me as I stepped out of his car and closed the door. “Take care of yourself, Tina.”
“I will. You too.”
He nodded, checked his mirrors and pulled away. I was sure that was the last time I’d see Luke Davis.
J oey slammed the refrigerator door . I looked up from the chicken breast I was preparing, glaring at him for effect. “Stop moping.”
“I’m not moping,” he bit back. He was pouting. He had been since I told him that books and school were all he was doing for the next six months—at least. Kiss his new girl Julie goodbye. No extra-curricular activities on or off campus, with or without Julie. Technically, he hadn’t done anything to get arrested after the concert, but he took my car—with permission. Damn it. I shouldn’t really be punishing him. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down on his skinny throat as he drank directly from the milk carton. Gross, dude.
“If you think you can stay out of trouble, call your girl. You can go out tonight.”
He stopped chugging and slammed the carton down, milk splashing
As tempting as that was, I needed to find me. I came to college several states away from my home to get an education—in accounting and whatever college traditions I got caught up in. (Preferably those that didn’t carry a prison sentence and/or involve running from the police). I still needed to find me, so I couldn’t be with him. He was a distraction. Sexy distraction on a stick of sugar-coated yummy. I raked my eyes down him. Distraction! NO. Look away!
I tended to lose myself. I’d let Georgia transform me into her clone and never realized it. I’d let Luke the fox turn my brain to complete mush for one night. But that’s all it was. It was one, crazy, dangerous, sexy night. It wasn’t love. It was nothing but an insane night, that somehow we escaped unscathed. Guys aren’t part of my plan. Luke wasn’t part of my plan. It had to end here.
“I’m super glad we didn’t get thrown in actual prison, not just because my dad would have had a coronary, but because you and your brother are very sweet. But, in the end, we got caught up in a whirlwind this weekend. It was tense and emotional and...weird at times, but it was somewhat fun and scary. What I’m trying to say is no. I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to date.”
His shoulders fell. “Seriously?”
“Yep. Look, Luke, you’re a nice guy, but I need to focus on my classes. I have a ton of work to do to even get caught back up. I got distracted, being around LA and all of the palm trees and the sun and the people, I lost track of what I wanted. I want to do well in school, so I have to give it my attention. Everything else gets pushed to the back burner so to speak.”
He nodded, busying his hands by wiping the black grease off on a stark-white towel. “I get it. Grease monkeys aren’t the yuppie types that can buy you the house and the car and all that stuff.”
I shook my head. “I don’t care about that stuff.”
“Besides, you’re right,” he said, staring out the garage bay. “We barely know each other.”
“Luke,” I began.
“No. It’s fine. You should go.” He nodded toward the street. “Need a ride?”
“I’ll walk. I need some fresh air.”
“No. Not dressed like that you won’t.” He shook his head. “Give me a sec.”
Luke ran into the room and snagged a set of keys off the ring, closing the open garage door and opening the closed one. “I’ll drive you to your dorm.”
I nodded, accepting his offer. I did not want to walk all over town in booty shorts. My ass cheeks would thank me later.
----
T he trip across town was awful. If torture by silent treatment was a thing, I’d be bloody on the seat of Luke’s car. When we finally made it passed the cars and red lights and Luke pulled in front of my dorm, he never looked at me. That cut me deep.
“Thanks for the ride...and for an interesting weekend.”
He finally smiled slightly and looked at me as I stepped out of his car and closed the door. “Take care of yourself, Tina.”
“I will. You too.”
He nodded, checked his mirrors and pulled away. I was sure that was the last time I’d see Luke Davis.
J oey slammed the refrigerator door . I looked up from the chicken breast I was preparing, glaring at him for effect. “Stop moping.”
“I’m not moping,” he bit back. He was pouting. He had been since I told him that books and school were all he was doing for the next six months—at least. Kiss his new girl Julie goodbye. No extra-curricular activities on or off campus, with or without Julie. Technically, he hadn’t done anything to get arrested after the concert, but he took my car—with permission. Damn it. I shouldn’t really be punishing him. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down on his skinny throat as he drank directly from the milk carton. Gross, dude.
“If you think you can stay out of trouble, call your girl. You can go out tonight.”
He stopped chugging and slammed the carton down, milk splashing
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