Read Online Running Back To Him by Evelyn Rosado - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Evelyn Rosado
Ads: Link
down in my seat feeling two inches tall.
I look at the time on my phone and sigh. I pop the last bite of my bagel into my mouth and make my way out of the shop.
As my hand falls on the door, Kellen’s black Camaro pulls into the parking lot.
My stomach drops. A small part of me actually wanted him to flake out on me. The thought of being in his car, at such close quarters with him is starting to make old feelings bubble up to the surface. When he was sitting on my bed the other night, all I could do was become lost in the ocean of his blue eyes. It’s sinful how delectable his eyes are. Enchanting. They make me lose focus. How am I going to make a fake romance work while secretly crushing on him in the first place? Call it a conflict of interest. This is soooo a bad idea.
Kellen steps out of the car and takes off his Wayfarer sunglasses like he stepped out of an Esquire Magazine photo shoot. It feels like time stopped and he’s walking towards me in slow motion.
He’s wearing crisp, dark blue denim jeans and his ubiquitous white t-shirt. Straight 1950’s California cool like those old, faded Life Magazine covers in my Grandma’s attic. My pulse rages at how cute he looks. It still bewilders my mind that this is the same boy who used to have milk squirt out of his nose if he giggled too hard. I wonder if he thinks the same about my transformation .
“Where are you going? You weren’t about to leave were you?” he asks pulling the door open as I was exiting.
“Oh no,” I say, my voice stammering. “I was just getting some air.”
He squints his eyes and bites the corner of his bottom lip. Gosh, how could something so simple be so incredibly sexy?
“You’re punking out on me aren’t you?” he says cheesing.
My spine straightens. “Of course not!” I say defiantly. “This plan is important. I’m all about the follow through. This plan has to work and I’m willing to see it through to the end. Rain, sleet, or snow. Crash and burn or victory, this has to be done. I should be asking you if you’re ready.” I pound my fist into my palm, but I wince from the pain.
He laughs and lightly pats his hand on the side of my arm.
“Alright. That’s the fired up spirit I want to see.” He puts his shades back on. “You ready for showtime?”
I turn around and see a few startled faces glaring at us from inside of the donut shop. “I think showtime has already started.” I nod back towards the shop. Kellen grins slightly.
“What have we gotten ourselves into?” he asks, his voice deadpan.
Chapter 10
I expected the inside of Kellen’s car to smell like funky football cleats, greasy French fries, and stale Bud Light. But it’s quite the opposite; vanilla blended with a new car smell. I’m impressed.
He cracks the window and the bite of the early Michigan September morning slips through. It’s still not enough to slice through the wave of thorny silence that’s consumed us since we got in the car.
And so far he’s said absolutely nothing about how cute my butt looks in these new leggings. I suck my teeth. I know boys aren’t the best at paying attention to the minor details with girls, but sheesh? Even Stevie Wonder could see how cute I look in these. Okay, maybe a compliment about my booty is too much to ask. But, a ‘hey Mags, those are cute shoes’ would suffice.
I mean, does he not think I’m cute enough for him? Lucas wouldn’t have been with me if he didn’t think I was somewhat cute. Does Kellen still think I’m some dorky, weird girl from across the street that could skateboard better then he could? Because clearly I’m not, I have the bra size to prove it. I don’t have mountainous showstoppers like Mackenzie has, but I’m not chopped liver either.
I see a sliver of a grin curl his mouth. “You’re nervous aren’t you?” he asks.
I glide my clammy hands down my leggings. “Not in the slightest,” I say trying to shroud the tightness in my chest.
He sniggers.
I look at the time on my phone and sigh. I pop the last bite of my bagel into my mouth and make my way out of the shop.
As my hand falls on the door, Kellen’s black Camaro pulls into the parking lot.
My stomach drops. A small part of me actually wanted him to flake out on me. The thought of being in his car, at such close quarters with him is starting to make old feelings bubble up to the surface. When he was sitting on my bed the other night, all I could do was become lost in the ocean of his blue eyes. It’s sinful how delectable his eyes are. Enchanting. They make me lose focus. How am I going to make a fake romance work while secretly crushing on him in the first place? Call it a conflict of interest. This is soooo a bad idea.
Kellen steps out of the car and takes off his Wayfarer sunglasses like he stepped out of an Esquire Magazine photo shoot. It feels like time stopped and he’s walking towards me in slow motion.
He’s wearing crisp, dark blue denim jeans and his ubiquitous white t-shirt. Straight 1950’s California cool like those old, faded Life Magazine covers in my Grandma’s attic. My pulse rages at how cute he looks. It still bewilders my mind that this is the same boy who used to have milk squirt out of his nose if he giggled too hard. I wonder if he thinks the same about my transformation .
“Where are you going? You weren’t about to leave were you?” he asks pulling the door open as I was exiting.
“Oh no,” I say, my voice stammering. “I was just getting some air.”
He squints his eyes and bites the corner of his bottom lip. Gosh, how could something so simple be so incredibly sexy?
“You’re punking out on me aren’t you?” he says cheesing.
My spine straightens. “Of course not!” I say defiantly. “This plan is important. I’m all about the follow through. This plan has to work and I’m willing to see it through to the end. Rain, sleet, or snow. Crash and burn or victory, this has to be done. I should be asking you if you’re ready.” I pound my fist into my palm, but I wince from the pain.
He laughs and lightly pats his hand on the side of my arm.
“Alright. That’s the fired up spirit I want to see.” He puts his shades back on. “You ready for showtime?”
I turn around and see a few startled faces glaring at us from inside of the donut shop. “I think showtime has already started.” I nod back towards the shop. Kellen grins slightly.
“What have we gotten ourselves into?” he asks, his voice deadpan.
Chapter 10
I expected the inside of Kellen’s car to smell like funky football cleats, greasy French fries, and stale Bud Light. But it’s quite the opposite; vanilla blended with a new car smell. I’m impressed.
He cracks the window and the bite of the early Michigan September morning slips through. It’s still not enough to slice through the wave of thorny silence that’s consumed us since we got in the car.
And so far he’s said absolutely nothing about how cute my butt looks in these new leggings. I suck my teeth. I know boys aren’t the best at paying attention to the minor details with girls, but sheesh? Even Stevie Wonder could see how cute I look in these. Okay, maybe a compliment about my booty is too much to ask. But, a ‘hey Mags, those are cute shoes’ would suffice.
I mean, does he not think I’m cute enough for him? Lucas wouldn’t have been with me if he didn’t think I was somewhat cute. Does Kellen still think I’m some dorky, weird girl from across the street that could skateboard better then he could? Because clearly I’m not, I have the bra size to prove it. I don’t have mountainous showstoppers like Mackenzie has, but I’m not chopped liver either.
I see a sliver of a grin curl his mouth. “You’re nervous aren’t you?” he asks.
I glide my clammy hands down my leggings. “Not in the slightest,” I say trying to shroud the tightness in my chest.
He sniggers.
Similar Books
