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Jemma. He gave her what seemed to be a wistful look. “Yeah. It is.”
Jemma gave him a weak half-smile, turned her attention back to the table, and asked Emily Rose some mundane question about the wedding decorations—anything to get away from that look in his eyes. Next, conversation turned to the latest political scandal and Jemma was distracted for the moment by a debate with Michael over campaign finance reform. But when Davis was nearby, she was never distracted for long.
In fact, as her mind wandered to him yet again, he came up to the table with a water pitcher. She made sure their fingers brushed against each other as she handed him her water glass. She’d been thinking about him ever since he’d walked up to take their order. They couldn’t have forever, but did that mean they couldn’t have anything at all?
It was so hard not to give in to the idea of having the most amazing few days of her life. Maybe they could spend time together until she had to leave for Florida. But she was afraid that if she gave into that desire to be near him even for a little while, she’d never leave. And if she never left, she might never really move on. And if she didn’t do that, her biggest fear might come true—she might turn into Lynette.
Florida symbolized a new life for her. A second chance. Everything she’d worked so hard for wouldn’t be fully in place until she was there.
No, it was a bad idea. It was hard to think straight, though, with her eyes glued to his sky blue ones—the color of the sky on a cloudless day with no chance of rain.
***
Halfway to the community center, Jemma made a U-turn at the next light and headed back to the restaurant. She realized that was where she wanted to be, and it was stupid not to be there. What was she afraid of? Why not spend as much time with Davis as she could? If she never saw him again, did she want to always regret throwing away the chance to be with him at all? After all, nothing lasted forever. At least they’d both know when the end of this was coming. If Davis wanted her, she was going to let herself have him.
No matter what happened with Smooth, how tangled up and messy her emotions were, or anything else, she had to hold him again. Be held by him.
She threw back her head, laughing at herself. She didn’t care who saw or thought she’d lost her mind and shouldn’t have been on the road. She’d been about to give up what she might always look back on as the best, most spontaneous days of her life.
No overthinking it. No over-analyzing. No labeling it as wrong or right. She’d have plenty of time for that once she was in Florida. Carolina was right. She didn’t have to worry about relationships or complications or anything. Just Davis.
She hurried from the parking lot back inside the restaurant. Davis looked up from the counter where he’d been talking to the bleached blonde at the cash register. He smiled and Jemma smiled back, giving him a little wave. Her palms were sweaty and her heart beat so fast she thought it would start aching. Davis said something to the blonde, she nodded, and he walked over to her.
He leaned in close enough for her to smell the clean scent of his cologne over the grease. “What’s wrong? Why’d you come back?”
She fought the urge to grab and kiss him right there in the front of the restaurant. “For you. I came back for you,” Jemma said, wondering how he would take those words and wondering how she wanted him to take them.
He stared down at her, his light blue eyes unreadable.
“I—three weeks, Davis. Three weeks of you and me and not thinking about relationships or pain or anything serious. Three weeks.”
“Uh, c’mon,” Davis said, taking her hand. He pulled her to the back of the restaurant and into the break room. He pulled out a chair for her at the square table, its black vinyl top cracked. She sat. He pulled a chair up next to her. After sitting in it, he hunched over and stared at his
Jemma gave him a weak half-smile, turned her attention back to the table, and asked Emily Rose some mundane question about the wedding decorations—anything to get away from that look in his eyes. Next, conversation turned to the latest political scandal and Jemma was distracted for the moment by a debate with Michael over campaign finance reform. But when Davis was nearby, she was never distracted for long.
In fact, as her mind wandered to him yet again, he came up to the table with a water pitcher. She made sure their fingers brushed against each other as she handed him her water glass. She’d been thinking about him ever since he’d walked up to take their order. They couldn’t have forever, but did that mean they couldn’t have anything at all?
It was so hard not to give in to the idea of having the most amazing few days of her life. Maybe they could spend time together until she had to leave for Florida. But she was afraid that if she gave into that desire to be near him even for a little while, she’d never leave. And if she never left, she might never really move on. And if she didn’t do that, her biggest fear might come true—she might turn into Lynette.
Florida symbolized a new life for her. A second chance. Everything she’d worked so hard for wouldn’t be fully in place until she was there.
No, it was a bad idea. It was hard to think straight, though, with her eyes glued to his sky blue ones—the color of the sky on a cloudless day with no chance of rain.
***
Halfway to the community center, Jemma made a U-turn at the next light and headed back to the restaurant. She realized that was where she wanted to be, and it was stupid not to be there. What was she afraid of? Why not spend as much time with Davis as she could? If she never saw him again, did she want to always regret throwing away the chance to be with him at all? After all, nothing lasted forever. At least they’d both know when the end of this was coming. If Davis wanted her, she was going to let herself have him.
No matter what happened with Smooth, how tangled up and messy her emotions were, or anything else, she had to hold him again. Be held by him.
She threw back her head, laughing at herself. She didn’t care who saw or thought she’d lost her mind and shouldn’t have been on the road. She’d been about to give up what she might always look back on as the best, most spontaneous days of her life.
No overthinking it. No over-analyzing. No labeling it as wrong or right. She’d have plenty of time for that once she was in Florida. Carolina was right. She didn’t have to worry about relationships or complications or anything. Just Davis.
She hurried from the parking lot back inside the restaurant. Davis looked up from the counter where he’d been talking to the bleached blonde at the cash register. He smiled and Jemma smiled back, giving him a little wave. Her palms were sweaty and her heart beat so fast she thought it would start aching. Davis said something to the blonde, she nodded, and he walked over to her.
He leaned in close enough for her to smell the clean scent of his cologne over the grease. “What’s wrong? Why’d you come back?”
She fought the urge to grab and kiss him right there in the front of the restaurant. “For you. I came back for you,” Jemma said, wondering how he would take those words and wondering how she wanted him to take them.
He stared down at her, his light blue eyes unreadable.
“I—three weeks, Davis. Three weeks of you and me and not thinking about relationships or pain or anything serious. Three weeks.”
“Uh, c’mon,” Davis said, taking her hand. He pulled her to the back of the restaurant and into the break room. He pulled out a chair for her at the square table, its black vinyl top cracked. She sat. He pulled a chair up next to her. After sitting in it, he hunched over and stared at his
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