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seat and hang my head out the window as I wave my final goodbyes and promise to return soon. The entire summer is ahead of me and I know Francesca would love to come visit. We pull onto the dirt road and I sigh, suppressing the tears in my eyes. I was never good at goodbyes, even temporary ones.
“So where to first? ” I ask, settling into my seat.
“Vegas, ” he says casually.
“Vegas? ” I gawk.
“I’ve been there a handful of times for concerts but never actually seen the city.”
“Oh, come on. A big rock star in the city of sin and you didn't even, like, find a prostitute or something?”
“It’s not as glamorous as it might seem, ” he laughs.
“I’ve seen the VH1 specials they do on bands. I know what you guys do after concerts. All those groupies hanging around just waiting for one of you to notice them. Don’t tell me one never caught your eye.”
“I have no idea where any of them have been. It’s kind of gross if you think about it. I’ve never seen the allure in one night stands anyway. It gets lonely sometimes but never that lonely, at least not for me.”
“Honorable, ” I nod. He shakes his head with a smirk and I smile to myself.
We sit in a comfortable silence for the next few hours as I put my feet up on the dash and dive into a book. I wasn't expecting to be with Reagan in an RV for two weeks so my choice of books might be considered questionable. In my head I would have been sun bathing on the hammock by myself so my choice of raunchy harlequin novels is not optimal for sitting in an RV with Reagan. I’m thankful the cover doesn't have a hunky set of abs on it so I can be a little inconspicuous about my book choice. I lose myself in the story and as I get to the sexier parts I pull my knees to my chest and bite my thumb to conceal a private smile.
“Good book? ” Reagan asks. I glance up at him with wide eyes.
“Huh, oh, yeah, ” I stutter.
“What’s it about?”
“It’s a romance, ” I say, not wanting to explain further.
“Oh yeah? The sappy kind?”
“You could say that, ” I shrug nonchalantly.
“Read some of it to me.”
“I don’t think so, ” I laugh nervously.
“Why not? ” he asks with a curious brow.
“I don’t think you’d like it, ” I say.
“Let me be the judge of that, ” he says, grabbing the book from my hands. Crap. Crap. Crap.
“Give it back! You’re going to crash, ” I say, trying to pry the book from his hands. He places a palm on my chest and I’m pretty sure my heart stops as he stiff arms me and balances the book on the sterling wheel. I lean back in my seat and curl into a ball, wishing I could die for a second. He places a hand on the wheel and holds the book up by the windshield, dangerously I might add, and starts reading.
“Natasha looked into his blue eyes as his arms traveled from the nape of her neck, down to the small of her back. She moaned as Lars hiked up the hem of her dress and trailed his finger between her thighs… ” he looks at me with wide eyes and I groan. “Lars suddenly lifted her off the ground and her legs wrapped around his waist. He kissed her passionately before laying her naked form on the plush bed, eyeing her body with hungry desire. Natasha moaned as Lars placed soft kisses up her toned thigh and stuck his finger … What? Finger where? ” He bursts into laughter as I cradle my head in my palms. Can death please come? Swiftly, if at all possible. This is the most embarrassing moment of my life. There is no way I can come back from this. I’ll have to go live with the mole people.
I feel a hand grab my chin and I’m forced to face Reagan. The mortification in my face must be obvious because he laughs again when he sees my expression.
“Kill me please, ” I whisper.
“Why are you embarrassed? ” he smiles, handing the book back to me.
“I don’t know, because nobody wants to get caught reading smut.”
“Those books do so well for a reason. You’re not the only
“So where to first? ” I ask, settling into my seat.
“Vegas, ” he says casually.
“Vegas? ” I gawk.
“I’ve been there a handful of times for concerts but never actually seen the city.”
“Oh, come on. A big rock star in the city of sin and you didn't even, like, find a prostitute or something?”
“It’s not as glamorous as it might seem, ” he laughs.
“I’ve seen the VH1 specials they do on bands. I know what you guys do after concerts. All those groupies hanging around just waiting for one of you to notice them. Don’t tell me one never caught your eye.”
“I have no idea where any of them have been. It’s kind of gross if you think about it. I’ve never seen the allure in one night stands anyway. It gets lonely sometimes but never that lonely, at least not for me.”
“Honorable, ” I nod. He shakes his head with a smirk and I smile to myself.
We sit in a comfortable silence for the next few hours as I put my feet up on the dash and dive into a book. I wasn't expecting to be with Reagan in an RV for two weeks so my choice of books might be considered questionable. In my head I would have been sun bathing on the hammock by myself so my choice of raunchy harlequin novels is not optimal for sitting in an RV with Reagan. I’m thankful the cover doesn't have a hunky set of abs on it so I can be a little inconspicuous about my book choice. I lose myself in the story and as I get to the sexier parts I pull my knees to my chest and bite my thumb to conceal a private smile.
“Good book? ” Reagan asks. I glance up at him with wide eyes.
“Huh, oh, yeah, ” I stutter.
“What’s it about?”
“It’s a romance, ” I say, not wanting to explain further.
“Oh yeah? The sappy kind?”
“You could say that, ” I shrug nonchalantly.
“Read some of it to me.”
“I don’t think so, ” I laugh nervously.
“Why not? ” he asks with a curious brow.
“I don’t think you’d like it, ” I say.
“Let me be the judge of that, ” he says, grabbing the book from my hands. Crap. Crap. Crap.
“Give it back! You’re going to crash, ” I say, trying to pry the book from his hands. He places a palm on my chest and I’m pretty sure my heart stops as he stiff arms me and balances the book on the sterling wheel. I lean back in my seat and curl into a ball, wishing I could die for a second. He places a hand on the wheel and holds the book up by the windshield, dangerously I might add, and starts reading.
“Natasha looked into his blue eyes as his arms traveled from the nape of her neck, down to the small of her back. She moaned as Lars hiked up the hem of her dress and trailed his finger between her thighs… ” he looks at me with wide eyes and I groan. “Lars suddenly lifted her off the ground and her legs wrapped around his waist. He kissed her passionately before laying her naked form on the plush bed, eyeing her body with hungry desire. Natasha moaned as Lars placed soft kisses up her toned thigh and stuck his finger … What? Finger where? ” He bursts into laughter as I cradle my head in my palms. Can death please come? Swiftly, if at all possible. This is the most embarrassing moment of my life. There is no way I can come back from this. I’ll have to go live with the mole people.
I feel a hand grab my chin and I’m forced to face Reagan. The mortification in my face must be obvious because he laughs again when he sees my expression.
“Kill me please, ” I whisper.
“Why are you embarrassed? ” he smiles, handing the book back to me.
“I don’t know, because nobody wants to get caught reading smut.”
“Those books do so well for a reason. You’re not the only
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