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Authors: Liberty Kontranowski
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You’ll be recognized for sure.”
Niles pulls into the parking lot at his hotel and turns off my car. “But I waaaaant to,” he whines. He sticks out his bottom lip and my heart breaks a little right there.
“Believe me, I don’t want to leave you yet, either.”
My eyes bug out when I hear myself say this, because, yeah, I’ve been guarded—shy, as Niles said earlier—off and on all day. But now that it’s ten o’clock and our day together is wrapping up, I’m feeling bolder. And, hell, I don’t want to leave him yet.
“You don’t know anywhere quiet around here?” His voice is hopeful, but when I tell him I don’t know this area well at all, we both silently admit that it’s time to say our good-byes. I have the two-hour (for me) trip back home (in the dark! Ack!) and he needs to get a little bit of shut-eye since they’re loading up at 4:30 a.m. to get back on the road.
“Thank you for taking me home with you today. It was great to feel normal. And even better spending the day with you.” His phone buzzes, but he completely ignores it. He’s barely touched it all day.
“Please. It was my pleasure.”
Like, really my pleasure.
I suck in a breath and lean toward him, my forearms resting on the console between us, my hands dangling over his thigh. How I wish this console were not even a thing, not a barrier between us. How I wish Katherine Koch was not out running today and cursed with the worst timing in the history of ever. How I wish our lips would have met out on that trail, that they will now. How I wish I was bold enough to make a move. To lean in even further. To end this bizarre, amazing, unbelievable two days with the best ending I could think of.
Instead, I lean back and settle my hands back into my lap. “Thank you for indulging my fangirl crush, Niles.” I cast him a quick sideways glance. “It was very, very sweet of you, and you’re off the hook now. Tell your people you held up your end of the deal.” Because that’s what this was, right? A PR arrangement? I have to keep my head on straight and remember that.
Even though he just told me it was “even better” spending the day with me.
He turns to me, a serious look washing across his face. “I . . .” He looks out the window behind me, then pulls his eyes back toward me. “I honestly don’t know what this was at first. And especially now. But I know this new ‘friendship’ of ours is far from over.” My chest tightens.
“I am sincere about keeping you distracted this summer,” he says, his voice turning a little weird. “So, you better plan on it.”
He moves toward me, leans over that goddamn console, and rests his forehead against mine. “I’ll talk to you soon. Drive safe.” His lips are so close, mine instinctively pucker. But he pulls away, grabs his running bag and mini-cooler out of the back, and hops out. He waves at me through the window as I remain in the passenger seat, a muddled mess.
And just like that, he’s gone.
***
When I finally arrive home, it’s after midnight and I am exhausted, but energized at the same time. I want to sit and think about every single thing that’s happened over the last twenty-four hours, but I am very inspired to put some ideas on paper for Book Two (and maybe even come up with a title so I can stop calling it Book Two). I remind myself that Niles did not win three Grammys by sitting around thinking about it, so I grab my laptop and prepare to settle in. If I commit to an hour of focused work, I’ll reward myself with some daydreaming. Then, I’ll head to bed and what? Carry on like none of this ever happened? What does tomorrow hold for me? After a whirlwind like this, where do I go from here? Back to normal? Has my life changed? Have I changed?
I ponder these questions as my email gears up. I open my inbox and am completely elated when the name at the tippy top is none other than Niles Russell. When I
Niles pulls into the parking lot at his hotel and turns off my car. “But I waaaaant to,” he whines. He sticks out his bottom lip and my heart breaks a little right there.
“Believe me, I don’t want to leave you yet, either.”
My eyes bug out when I hear myself say this, because, yeah, I’ve been guarded—shy, as Niles said earlier—off and on all day. But now that it’s ten o’clock and our day together is wrapping up, I’m feeling bolder. And, hell, I don’t want to leave him yet.
“You don’t know anywhere quiet around here?” His voice is hopeful, but when I tell him I don’t know this area well at all, we both silently admit that it’s time to say our good-byes. I have the two-hour (for me) trip back home (in the dark! Ack!) and he needs to get a little bit of shut-eye since they’re loading up at 4:30 a.m. to get back on the road.
“Thank you for taking me home with you today. It was great to feel normal. And even better spending the day with you.” His phone buzzes, but he completely ignores it. He’s barely touched it all day.
“Please. It was my pleasure.”
Like, really my pleasure.
I suck in a breath and lean toward him, my forearms resting on the console between us, my hands dangling over his thigh. How I wish this console were not even a thing, not a barrier between us. How I wish Katherine Koch was not out running today and cursed with the worst timing in the history of ever. How I wish our lips would have met out on that trail, that they will now. How I wish I was bold enough to make a move. To lean in even further. To end this bizarre, amazing, unbelievable two days with the best ending I could think of.
Instead, I lean back and settle my hands back into my lap. “Thank you for indulging my fangirl crush, Niles.” I cast him a quick sideways glance. “It was very, very sweet of you, and you’re off the hook now. Tell your people you held up your end of the deal.” Because that’s what this was, right? A PR arrangement? I have to keep my head on straight and remember that.
Even though he just told me it was “even better” spending the day with me.
He turns to me, a serious look washing across his face. “I . . .” He looks out the window behind me, then pulls his eyes back toward me. “I honestly don’t know what this was at first. And especially now. But I know this new ‘friendship’ of ours is far from over.” My chest tightens.
“I am sincere about keeping you distracted this summer,” he says, his voice turning a little weird. “So, you better plan on it.”
He moves toward me, leans over that goddamn console, and rests his forehead against mine. “I’ll talk to you soon. Drive safe.” His lips are so close, mine instinctively pucker. But he pulls away, grabs his running bag and mini-cooler out of the back, and hops out. He waves at me through the window as I remain in the passenger seat, a muddled mess.
And just like that, he’s gone.
***
When I finally arrive home, it’s after midnight and I am exhausted, but energized at the same time. I want to sit and think about every single thing that’s happened over the last twenty-four hours, but I am very inspired to put some ideas on paper for Book Two (and maybe even come up with a title so I can stop calling it Book Two). I remind myself that Niles did not win three Grammys by sitting around thinking about it, so I grab my laptop and prepare to settle in. If I commit to an hour of focused work, I’ll reward myself with some daydreaming. Then, I’ll head to bed and what? Carry on like none of this ever happened? What does tomorrow hold for me? After a whirlwind like this, where do I go from here? Back to normal? Has my life changed? Have I changed?
I ponder these questions as my email gears up. I open my inbox and am completely elated when the name at the tippy top is none other than Niles Russell. When I
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