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Authors: Micalea Smeltzer
Tags: Romance, Contemporary
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“You w on’t seem desperate,” I replied, because that was the nice, best-friend thing to say.
“No, no,” she shook her head, a grin spreading across her face. “I have a better idea.”
“Oh Lord,” I muttered, turning back to my computer, and the homework that wasn’t going to do itself. “With that smile, I’m a bit worried for Luca’s wellbeing.”
“Don’t worry, he’ll be fine,” she giggled behind me. “ After all, I need all his parts in tact and in perfect working order for what I want to do. I just need to find a really short skirt and some ‘fuck me’ heels. No guy can resist that.”
I knew the re was no point in scolding her or trying to talk her out of whatever her plan was.
“Have fun plotting,” I muttered. “I need to finish this,” I pointed to my computer.
“Mhmm,” she mumbled, already scheming poor Luca’s demise. He didn’t stand a chance against whatever Avery was coming up with. When she set her sights on a guy, she didn’t give up, which is why I found it odd that she had waited this long for him to take action. Maybe she really did like him.
I looked over my shoulder at her as she typed away on her laptop; her long hair fell around her like a curtain and her red lips were pursed.
This was definitely an interesting development.
★★★
“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” I begged, peering out the windshield of Trace’s car.
“No,” he snorted, “if I’m going to help you cross these things off, we do it on my terms, which means you’ll never know which one we’re doing.”
I swallowed thickly, starting to regret that I told him about my list. I didn’t like the idea of not knowing what thing I would be doing. He could’ve picked anything. There were some I could easily eliminate though. Like riding in a hot air balloon…or skinny-dipping…or falling in love. But that still left too many possibilities for my liking.
I rang my fingers together, nibbling on my bottom lip nervously.
I knew I shouldn’t be nervous, it wasn’t like he was making me do anything that I didn’t want to do. I mean, I’m the one that made the stupid list!
“You look really pale,” he commented.
“I do?” I squeaked, looking over at him.
“Don’t worry, I’m taking it easy on you. We’re doing one of the simpler things,” he explained, but I still didn’t feel any better. “It’s okay, Olivia,” he added , comfortingly.
“I just don’t like not knowing which one I’m doing,” I whispered, picking at my chipped blue nail polish.
“Hey,” he said softly , tugging on the beanie he was wearing, with one hand, “you made the list. You said that every single one is something that you want to do. It’ll be fine.”
“You’re right,” I swallowed, “I’m freaking out over nothing.”
Trace exited off of the Interstate and onto Route 7.
His change of direction still didn’t give me a clue as to where we were headed.
I was tempted to sit on my hands so I would stop fidgeting. I didn’t like feeling this antsy.
Trace came to a stoplight, turning on his left blinker.
I bit down on my lip so that I did n’t ask him where we were going again .
“Hey,” he grabbed one of my hands, steadying the dance it had been doing across my leg. “Th is is an easy one, no strip poles, or skinny dipping is about to go down. Relax.”
Sadly, I still wasn’t relaxed.
“Olivia,” he glanced at me , out of the corner of his eye, and released my hand, “you trusted me with your list and you can trust me now.”
He had a point.
I nodded. “Okay. You’re right,” I conceded, but my nerves didn’t ease.
The stoplight turned green and he drove a short ways, passing a strip mall , and Dodge dealership on the left.
He turned suddenly onto an unmarked dirt road. I gripped the side of the car, holding on, and he chuckled at me.
I glared across the car at the side of his face. “You could’ve warned me!”
“And where’s the fun
“You w on’t seem desperate,” I replied, because that was the nice, best-friend thing to say.
“No, no,” she shook her head, a grin spreading across her face. “I have a better idea.”
“Oh Lord,” I muttered, turning back to my computer, and the homework that wasn’t going to do itself. “With that smile, I’m a bit worried for Luca’s wellbeing.”
“Don’t worry, he’ll be fine,” she giggled behind me. “ After all, I need all his parts in tact and in perfect working order for what I want to do. I just need to find a really short skirt and some ‘fuck me’ heels. No guy can resist that.”
I knew the re was no point in scolding her or trying to talk her out of whatever her plan was.
“Have fun plotting,” I muttered. “I need to finish this,” I pointed to my computer.
“Mhmm,” she mumbled, already scheming poor Luca’s demise. He didn’t stand a chance against whatever Avery was coming up with. When she set her sights on a guy, she didn’t give up, which is why I found it odd that she had waited this long for him to take action. Maybe she really did like him.
I looked over my shoulder at her as she typed away on her laptop; her long hair fell around her like a curtain and her red lips were pursed.
This was definitely an interesting development.
★★★
“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” I begged, peering out the windshield of Trace’s car.
“No,” he snorted, “if I’m going to help you cross these things off, we do it on my terms, which means you’ll never know which one we’re doing.”
I swallowed thickly, starting to regret that I told him about my list. I didn’t like the idea of not knowing what thing I would be doing. He could’ve picked anything. There were some I could easily eliminate though. Like riding in a hot air balloon…or skinny-dipping…or falling in love. But that still left too many possibilities for my liking.
I rang my fingers together, nibbling on my bottom lip nervously.
I knew I shouldn’t be nervous, it wasn’t like he was making me do anything that I didn’t want to do. I mean, I’m the one that made the stupid list!
“You look really pale,” he commented.
“I do?” I squeaked, looking over at him.
“Don’t worry, I’m taking it easy on you. We’re doing one of the simpler things,” he explained, but I still didn’t feel any better. “It’s okay, Olivia,” he added , comfortingly.
“I just don’t like not knowing which one I’m doing,” I whispered, picking at my chipped blue nail polish.
“Hey,” he said softly , tugging on the beanie he was wearing, with one hand, “you made the list. You said that every single one is something that you want to do. It’ll be fine.”
“You’re right,” I swallowed, “I’m freaking out over nothing.”
Trace exited off of the Interstate and onto Route 7.
His change of direction still didn’t give me a clue as to where we were headed.
I was tempted to sit on my hands so I would stop fidgeting. I didn’t like feeling this antsy.
Trace came to a stoplight, turning on his left blinker.
I bit down on my lip so that I did n’t ask him where we were going again .
“Hey,” he grabbed one of my hands, steadying the dance it had been doing across my leg. “Th is is an easy one, no strip poles, or skinny dipping is about to go down. Relax.”
Sadly, I still wasn’t relaxed.
“Olivia,” he glanced at me , out of the corner of his eye, and released my hand, “you trusted me with your list and you can trust me now.”
He had a point.
I nodded. “Okay. You’re right,” I conceded, but my nerves didn’t ease.
The stoplight turned green and he drove a short ways, passing a strip mall , and Dodge dealership on the left.
He turned suddenly onto an unmarked dirt road. I gripped the side of the car, holding on, and he chuckled at me.
I glared across the car at the side of his face. “You could’ve warned me!”
“And where’s the fun
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