my face like Marcus just did? It was so ridiculous.
I felt like crying.
“How did you do that?” I whispered to Marcus.
Which part?
“Why are you playing games? How did you touch me like that?”
Dunno.
“Did you see yourself?”
While I waited on Marcus, Nash dropped the hood and got into
the passenger seat. He closed the door this time, damping the traffic noise.
“It looks like a spark plug broke loose. Does your insurance
cover towing?”
I wasn’t sure and motioned to the glove compartment. “My
card’s in there. I can check.”
Nash looked the card over before handing it to me. “Doesn’t
look like it.”
I called and confirmed that I didn’t have any kind of towing
coverage, then Nash googled a nearby towing service and called.
“Thanks for coming out here,” I told him. “I guess I didn’t
need you to.”
That’s what I said!
Nash turned in his seat, pinning me with those dark eyes.
“I’m glad you called.” He surprised me then by reaching over and covering my
hand with his. I moved my hand and his fingers slipped between mine.
Can someone get me out of here?
It was all I could do to look back into Nash’s eyes like I
wasn’t hearing Marcus throw a hissy fit.
Hissy my ass. How would you like to be stuck in my head while I
got all hot and heavy with some chick? Huh? Or maybe we should try that. You
like girls?
This isn’t Fifty Shades of Pink.
“You must have caught up on class work,” Nash said. I think
he was fishing for something to say in the silence. It was on the verge of
getting awkward but I couldn’t get Marcus to shut up.
“Just about,” I lied, because I hadn’t done much of
anything.
Why lie about it?
I thought we were going to fall back into silence when Nash
cleared his throat and said, “I’m a bit confused about if you like me or not.”
“I’m sorry if I’ve been sending mixed signals.” Actually, I
was sorry that Marcus was complicating this. I hadn’t been mixed up at all, but
how could I explain this to Nash?
“If you don’t like me, just tell me, okay? If that’s the
case, I’d rather know than worry that you’re leading me on.”
“I’m not leading you on.”
She’s just out of her mind, is all.
“So there’s not anything else going on?” Nash asked with a
slight shake of his head, fishing like he didn’t believe me. I wasn’t sure what
he meant. Maybe he had a hunch about something, although he didn’t look
suspicious or hurt. I wanted to get lost in his dark eyes and forget about
Marcus for a minute. Just a minute. Was that asking too much?
Tell him you’re working through some stuff.
What? Maybe that wasn’t such a bad idea. So I tried it. “I
just have a few things to work through.”
Nash laughed, surprising me. I pulled my hand back.
“No, I’m sorry, I’m not laughing at you. It’s just, that
sounds like something a guy would say.”
Nice. Thanks a lot, Marcus.
Hey, just trying to help.
Really?
I glanced behind us, looking for the tow truck. Suddenly Nash
raked a hand through his hair, exhaling, then glanced in the little mirror on
his sun visor to fix it. “I didn’t mean for that to sound mean. I keep saying
the wrong thing. And I’ve been feeling like I read you wrong. You know? We
haven’t talked much at all this week, and …”
“You didn’t,” I said, trying to think fast. He must have
taken it wrong when I didn’t kiss him the other night. “I’m just dealing with
some emotional stuff …” Too bad Marcus hadn’t elaborated on that story.
“Like a broken heart?”
Those words sounded foreign coming from Nash’s mouth. Maybe
that would work, except there hadn’t been anyone since Kyle. Nash glanced out
the back window and said, “There’s the tow truck.”
He got out. I waited for traffic to pass so I wouldn’t feel
too close to the moving cars, so by the time I walked back to the tow truck
driver, Nash was explaining what happened with the engine. It sounded
I felt like crying.
“How did you do that?” I whispered to Marcus.
Which part?
“Why are you playing games? How did you touch me like that?”
Dunno.
“Did you see yourself?”
While I waited on Marcus, Nash dropped the hood and got into
the passenger seat. He closed the door this time, damping the traffic noise.
“It looks like a spark plug broke loose. Does your insurance
cover towing?”
I wasn’t sure and motioned to the glove compartment. “My
card’s in there. I can check.”
Nash looked the card over before handing it to me. “Doesn’t
look like it.”
I called and confirmed that I didn’t have any kind of towing
coverage, then Nash googled a nearby towing service and called.
“Thanks for coming out here,” I told him. “I guess I didn’t
need you to.”
That’s what I said!
Nash turned in his seat, pinning me with those dark eyes.
“I’m glad you called.” He surprised me then by reaching over and covering my
hand with his. I moved my hand and his fingers slipped between mine.
Can someone get me out of here?
It was all I could do to look back into Nash’s eyes like I
wasn’t hearing Marcus throw a hissy fit.
Hissy my ass. How would you like to be stuck in my head while I
got all hot and heavy with some chick? Huh? Or maybe we should try that. You
like girls?
This isn’t Fifty Shades of Pink.
“You must have caught up on class work,” Nash said. I think
he was fishing for something to say in the silence. It was on the verge of
getting awkward but I couldn’t get Marcus to shut up.
“Just about,” I lied, because I hadn’t done much of
anything.
Why lie about it?
I thought we were going to fall back into silence when Nash
cleared his throat and said, “I’m a bit confused about if you like me or not.”
“I’m sorry if I’ve been sending mixed signals.” Actually, I
was sorry that Marcus was complicating this. I hadn’t been mixed up at all, but
how could I explain this to Nash?
“If you don’t like me, just tell me, okay? If that’s the
case, I’d rather know than worry that you’re leading me on.”
“I’m not leading you on.”
She’s just out of her mind, is all.
“So there’s not anything else going on?” Nash asked with a
slight shake of his head, fishing like he didn’t believe me. I wasn’t sure what
he meant. Maybe he had a hunch about something, although he didn’t look
suspicious or hurt. I wanted to get lost in his dark eyes and forget about
Marcus for a minute. Just a minute. Was that asking too much?
Tell him you’re working through some stuff.
What? Maybe that wasn’t such a bad idea. So I tried it. “I
just have a few things to work through.”
Nash laughed, surprising me. I pulled my hand back.
“No, I’m sorry, I’m not laughing at you. It’s just, that
sounds like something a guy would say.”
Nice. Thanks a lot, Marcus.
Hey, just trying to help.
Really?
I glanced behind us, looking for the tow truck. Suddenly Nash
raked a hand through his hair, exhaling, then glanced in the little mirror on
his sun visor to fix it. “I didn’t mean for that to sound mean. I keep saying
the wrong thing. And I’ve been feeling like I read you wrong. You know? We
haven’t talked much at all this week, and …”
“You didn’t,” I said, trying to think fast. He must have
taken it wrong when I didn’t kiss him the other night. “I’m just dealing with
some emotional stuff …” Too bad Marcus hadn’t elaborated on that story.
“Like a broken heart?”
Those words sounded foreign coming from Nash’s mouth. Maybe
that would work, except there hadn’t been anyone since Kyle. Nash glanced out
the back window and said, “There’s the tow truck.”
He got out. I waited for traffic to pass so I wouldn’t feel
too close to the moving cars, so by the time I walked back to the tow truck
driver, Nash was explaining what happened with the engine. It sounded
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