One thingabout me is on a normal day I can’t control my thoughts or when they come out. On a road trip I’m fifty times worse. My brain has a lot of time to conjure things up. Plus you can see someweird shiton a road trip.
“Parkour seems crazy dangerous, and not even fun,” I say after watching a video on my phone of someone jumping from building to building like a freaking superhero. “Your name kind of sounds like it, though. Parker, parkour. Like a French version of your name.”
“Maybe it is,” he entertains, looking way too attractive, leaning against the door while controlling the wheel with his wrist draped over it.
I slept for a large portion of the drive, but now I’m awake and harassing Parker.
“Perfect, your name isn’t Parker anymore. I’m only calling you parkour from now on.”
He smirks, glancing over at me. “You can call me whatever you like, as long as you scream it when you come for me.”
I turn on the bench seat, resting my back against the door, and kicking his hips jokingly. He snatches my ankle and starts to rub his hand along my calf. Even though sitting like this isn’t the most comfortable, there’s no way I’m moving with him doing that.
While he’s focused on the road, the music plays through the old car speakers softly, I just stare at him. I take in his arm muscles straining against the sleeve of his T-shirt. The backwards cap on his head. His profile, so similar to when we were younger, but more matured. His jawline is sharper with scruff on it. The mustache I feel I may be becoming a little obsessed with.
The way he cares for me. The way he was always my best friend, one of the sweetest people I’ve ever met. And while I’ve spent years thinking he changed so much, taking full advantage of being single, he didn’t.
He waited for me.
He waited when he didn’t even know if I would come back.
He waited even when I was a jerk to him at every turn.
Even now, he’s never made me feel bad about anything that’s happened. He’s still Parker, my best friend. My first love. Maybe my only real love.
I come back to reality with a question for the sexy as sin firefighter. “Did you really stay celibate theentiretime wewere apart?”
He shifts slightly but refuses to let go of my legs. “Yup. I told you Lil, you were my first and last.”
“That’scrazy,”I blurt.
“You make me a little crazy.” He smiles, but I furrow my brows. “In a good way.”
“Right.” I nod. “So did you just jack offa lot?”
He chuckles. “You want every detail?”
“Yeah, I’m nosy.”
“Of course I did, but I also got into reading, mostly audiobooks, though.”
“You did?” I gasp. “What kind of books? The sexy kind that I like?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“I would, actually. Did you learn some things?” I wiggle my eyebrows.
“I had to make sure I wasn’t too much out of practice when I inevitably got you back.”
“Mission accomplished,” I murmur. “What’s your favorite book you read in your continued education?”
“Not telling.”
“Why not?” Embarrassed?” I taunt, poking him with my foot.
“Not at all. I just feel like I tell you everything and think we should have some mystery in our relationship to keep it interesting.” He smirks.
“Relationship, huh?”