on September 14, 2015
Genres: Contemporary Romance, Romance
The Good Ol’ Boys
A simple choice.
There is always that one moment in life where things could have been different. That one moment where you could have chosen a path that would lead you down a certain road.
A different life.
It was easier to pretend that we were still best friends, and that she was my girl and I was her boy.
Pretending was better than knowing the truth…
I. Ruined. Us.
I had her.
I lost her.
I love her.
All I did was complicate us.
I just couldn’t stay mad at him.He made it absolutely impossible
for me not to laugh and he knew it, too. Which only made it worse. It was like
adding fuel to the fire, making it bigger and wider with each flare of
gasoline. When I saw that he didn’t turn down my street and kept riding in the
direction of our abandoned house, I smiled.There was no helping that either.
The times that he chose to be
with me over the boys warmed my heart, especially when he preferred me to
surfing.We parked our bikes behind the
house and ran up the stairs. Over the last few months we had turned it into our
own little paradise, bringing blankets and pillows to throw on the floor,
candles for when it got dark, and sometimes Lucas would even bring in wood from
outside to turn on the fireplace. We had magazines, board games, snacks and
water. Everything we needed was there.I loved it.He handed me a bottled water to
drink and then I passed it back to him so he could, too. I laid down on the
blankets and pillows and beheld the vaulted ceilings with a content sigh.“Whatcha’ thinkin’ about over
there?” he questioned, sitting down facing me.“How much I love this place.”“Good.”“I want to get married here.”“What?” he chuckled.“You heard me. I want to have my
engagement party here and I want to get married here. And then I want to buy
this house and raise a family here,” I firmly stated.“Aren’t you a little young to
think about stuff like that?”“No. I think about stuff like
that all the time.”“Oh yeah?”“Mmm hmm…”“Who you marrying?”I immediately held his amused
gaze. “What?” It was my turn to say.“You heard me,” he replied,
throwing my own words back at me. “Who you marrying?”“Oh…” I breathed out. “I don’t
know.”He raised his eyebrow but didn’t
call me out on my lie. “Don’t you think that maybe you should experience things
first?”“How do you know I haven’t?” I
provoked, wanting to wipe the smug look off his face.“Because I know.”“Whatever.” I looked away.“You want to know how I know?”I kept my stare on the tray
ceilings, swallowing the saliva that had pooled in my mouth, and hoping that it
would calm the fluttering feeling I had suddenly formed in my belly. I shrugged
because I couldn’t speak; it would giveaway how I felt.“I know because I would remember
it, just like I remember our first experience. The same one that’s hanging
around your neck.”My heart pounded with each word
that fell from his mouth.“Do you want me to?”“Do I want you to what?” I
replied, already knowing what he meant but needing to hear him say it.“Do you want me to kiss you?” He
paused to let his words sink in. “Really kiss you?”My mouth parted and my chest rose
and descended with each breath I took. I found myself nodding before I gave it
anymore thought, ignoring the voice in the back of my mind that screamed at me
that this was a bad idea. He bent forward and rested on his hands and knees,
his face, his lips, coming toward me and making me tightly shut my eyes.Waiting.A million thoughts went through
my head, but the moment I felt his lips on mine they were all gone in an
Nothing else mattered at that