“But it’s a Maserati?”
“Yes, I’m well aware of what brand of car it is.”
“Give me the keys. I’m driving.” Lex holds out his hand like he expects me just to hand them over.
“Sorry, dude, no one drives my car but me,” I tell him, brushing him off.
This is fun. I play it cool, not showing how much I enjoy taunting him.
“Charlotte, come on.”
“Charlie, do you want me to move your bike?” Elijah asks.
“Wait! Back the fuck up. That’s your bike?” Lex’s eyes widen, stunned.
“Yes, Lex, these are both my toys. Now, can we please go? Elijah, do you want to take the bike?”
“I thought you’d never ask.” Elijah’s eyes light up, and immediately he places the helmet on and grabs a jacket.
“What’s wrong? You wanna play with my toys, too?” I joke as Lex stands beside me, speechless.
He breaks out of his trance, trying to snatch the keys from me.
“I’ll let you drive on one condition?”
His eyes gaze at me, amused. “What’s that?”
My heart is racing, wondering if I even have the confidence to say how I truly feel.
What the hell am I doing? I have no idea.
I’m taking the biggest leap of fucking faith, free-falling again, and praying that down below the safety net is waiting for me, or maybe I won’t need one. Maybe this is what it’s like to rely on fate.
“This weekend, you and me…” I whisper in his ear. “Nothing’s off-limits.”
His eyes sparkle as the corner of his lips curve upward into a satisfied smile. Leaning in, he places his lips on mine, soft and loving, making my stomach flutter crazily.
“I missed you,” he murmur
s.
I dangle my keys before him and watch him take them from me.
It’s a symbol—I’m trusting him, not just with my car, but with my heart.
Letting out a sigh, I know there’s no turning back
And when I return to the city, I know exactly what I need to do.
I will have to end things with Julian, once and for all.
LEX
The warm breeze filters through the car as we open the windows, enjoying the drive down the Long Island Expressway.
Charlotte’s display of toys leaves me absolutely fucking speechless. When she said she has a car, I expected a little bright colored girly piece of plastic with fluffy dice hanging from the rear-view mirror. But no, parked in front of me is a Maserati, the exact model I was trying to get my hands on a year ago but was told it was no longer available. Not that I needed another car for my garage, but I wanted this one.
And to add to that, I’m still trying to register what she said.