5
ZAC
I told myself to stay away from the diner from then on out.
My thoughts had grown a little too fixated on the new waitress working there. I needed a break from seeing her, even though it’d already been a full week since we’d watched that sunset together on the dock.
Seven days hadn’t dampened the urges I was still having. I ached for another glimpse of her sunny smile, of those nearly black, brown eyes, those luscious hips, and generous breasts. I needed more time to cool my jets and lose this idiotic, pathetic crush I’d grown.
I’d been able to hold out through last Thursday and stay away, but when Tuesday came back around, I was bursting at the seams to escape the garage by noon.
And before I even knew what I intended, I was hollering, “Hey, Harvey, I’m going to head down to G
