“You can just drop me off outside.” I couldn’t look at him. My lips were still tingling from that unexpected and unplanned kiss. Ten years have passed and you would think that my feeling for him would have dried up. Obviously, they didn’t. I was a grown woman and I was acting like some kid who threw a wish in a well and trade her soul for a kiss.
“Your father wants me to help him fix your truck.” I faced him as he spoke. “He said you are staying for a while and he hasn’t gotten rid of your truck after you left.” I couldn’t stop a smile from forming on my lips. I had a few fond memories of that truck. Weekends going away with the guys and Lucy. Picking up Lucy from some dude’s house and taking her home before her parents catch her.
My dad was busy working on the truck when we pulled up.
