The ends of her golden hair curl near her shoulders. She cut it and I like the new style. A lot. When I first met Lila, she was between—not quite a girl, not really a woman. With those curves, she left between in the dust.
I was only a few inches taller than her then. I grew. She stayed the same height. Lila would fit perfectly under my arm, tucked close into my body. She let me hold her hand the night we met, and I never forgot how her skin felt like satin. I hope she’ll let me touch her again.
That is, if she can forgive me.
Her bewildered sky blue eyes travel along my face, over my arms and chest. Crimson stains her cheeks as she prevents herself from checking out anything lower. I clear my throat to disguise the chuckle.
I want to laugh because she looks so damned cute, but she wouldn’t see it that way. She’d think I was belittling her. Lila can’t tolerate guys who view women as beneath them. I received more than one letter from her with that rant.
Lila’s house sits in the middle of nowhere. Its zip code exists in the city of Louisville, but acreage borders three sides of her house and across the street is a state park. The only beings watching me beg for her forgiveness on the wraparound front porch are the crickets and God.
It’s better this way. I’m not a people person.
Her blessed pink lips pucker to form a w and then flatten. She repeats the cycle three more times until she finally decides on a word beginning with h. “How did you find me?”
“Google. ”
She gives me the you’re-crazy stare.
“Maps. ” Very awkward pause. “I know your address by heart. ”
The worry lines on her forehead disappear as the lightbulb turns on. “But you live. . . ”
“Ten hours away. Yeah, I know. ”
“Twelve, actually,” she mutters.
My world blanks out for a second. Does that mean she calculated the distance between us too? “I didn’t exactly adhere to recommended motor vehicle regulations. ”
Her mouth twitches; she’s well aware I’ve never been a fan of rules. “You sped. ”
“I bent suggested limits. ”
The blush fades, leaving her cheeks pale. “Is that how you view what you did to me?”
The hand grasping the roses begins to sweat. “I got these for you. ”
Silence.
“They’re roses. Purple. ” Keep talking, man. You’re losing her. “Your favorite. ”
Lila folds her hands over her chest and juts her hip out to the side.
Stupid, moronic idiot. The girl has eyes and an IQ. Didn’t she score a twenty-seven on her ACT? She can think fast enough to figure out what I’m holding. “Anyway, you’re right. ”
“What?” Her eyes scrunch together.
“You called me a jerk when you opened the door. ”
“Not you. Stephen was. Is. ” She closes her eyes, then reopens them. “I take that back. You are a jerk. ”
My head snaps to the side. Stephen? Her ex-boyfriend? The kid will not give up and, when it comes to Lila, he has a proven track record of winning. This is the third time they’ve broken up. He groveled twice and both times she took him back. When we first started writing, it didn’t bother me. Lila and I were friends. But then I fell for her and Stephen became a sharp rock wedged in my side.
I trash all the questions I have about Stephen and his appearance at her house and focus on what’s important: Lila. “I’m sorry. ”
“You. Lied. ”
“I know. ” I run my hand through my damp hair. It’s ninety degrees with the sun setting, though it could be her microscopic stare making me sweat. “I can explain. ”