Page 12 of Grumpy Spring Sunshine
I was.
But I also wanted to talk to her when I got my damn head on straight. Because the other head was begging for round three, and it couldn’t have it, not yet.
However, I was willing to fight her right now.
So, I walked back to the shop with Kylie, told the crew I was cutting out, figuring they were going to gossip anyway. Then I went home, grabbed a blanket, made some items, and then went to my garage, uncovering the bike.
“Everything okay?” Tim asked, watching me.
“No. I got something to take care of. Go see Kayla or whatever,” I grumbled, making him laugh. He spends more time with her anyway, even though they don’t fit. Maybe it’s like Brittani and I. We shouldn’t work together, but there was no way I could say that I didn’t have fun last night. At the bar or with her. I just couldn’t do a repeat.
But I also didn’t like having the cold shoulder, so I had to fix it.
With a moonlight ride.
Followed up with a moonlight picnic while I explained why I did what I did.
I pulled up right as she locked up and she spun around, her eyes wide as she took in the bike.
“Should have known you’d have one,” she muttered, walking down the steps to me.
“Ever been on one?” I asked her, offering my hand.
“Once, with a friend. But it didn’t last long because I didn’t feel safe.” She hesitated for a moment before taking my hand and throwing her leg over the bike. Her hands rested on my sides rather than around my waist and I guess I deserved that. “So, taking me home?”
“No, I’m taking you on a moonlight ride,” I told her, nodding up at the full moon that was bright and vibrant and would only get stronger the further we drove from here. “Just trust me.”
“I did that once already, didn’t like the aftereffects.”
I winced at that, deserving it.
“Let me make it up to you.”
“Fine, only because being all grouchy is far too taxing for me.”
I wanted to fight the smile, but I couldn’t, because it didn’t suit her. She was sunshine and smiles, not frowns and grumpiness. That was all me.
I preferred her smiles more anyway. At least more so when they’re directed at me. I didn’t like getting the grump.
“So, where are we going on this most amazing and serene ride?”
“To one of my favorite places around here. I might have planned something else as well.”
“Yeah, and what is that, Keith?”
“Some food.”
I could feel her smile against my back, and I was here for that too. With a release of a breath, she leaned forward a little more and wrapped her arms around my waist. I rested my hand over hers, enjoying the feel of her being around me.
“Is this an apology?”
Was it?
Yeah, I guess so. Though I didn’t think about it like that. I just wanted to make it up to her, to show her that I wasn’t a complete ass, that I did have some feelings, even if I didn’t express the way that I should.
“I suppose. I don’t do it very often. Apologize. But I was wrong. And I wanted to make it up to you.”
“You know if you talk, it makes things a little easier for people.”
