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Losing the run of myself
Joh
Sha
So much for not bulldozing.
They might as well slap a JCB sticker on my forehead and switch on my hazards, I seemed to do so much of it around this girl.
And I was nervous – so much that my stupid fucking heart could have been a strong contender for Olympic gold in boxing, it was thumping around so hard in my chest.
Fucking Bella.
She needed to get a bleeding life and stop interfering in mine.
She needed to step the hell back and let go.
Messing around with Sha
I hoped she got that message loud and clear today, because I was not fucking around.
Not when it came to the girl sitting beside me.
"Are you warm enough?" Blasting the heater in her face probably wasn’t my brightest idea, but I didn’t know what to do.
I had zero experience with the fucked-up workings of the female body.
I only knew about the fun parts.
Already, I had forced my hoodie over her head and shoved tablets down her throat in my pathetic attempt to help.
I wanted to make her better.
I wanted to make it right.
In whatever way she needed me to do it.
I just didn’t know how.
Whatever she needed from me, I was more than willing to provide.
That was a sobering thought.
Jesus Christ, I'd opened myself up to danger with this girl.
"I'm okay," Sha
She pulled her long brown hair out from the collar of my hoodie and draped it over her shoulder.
"Thanks again," she added shyly. "I promise I'll give this one back to you."
"No problem." Clenching my jaw, I forced myself to keep my eyes on the road and not on the way her skirt was hidden beneath the hem of my hoodie and how high said hoodie rode up her bare thighs when she was sitting. "Keep it."
"Sorry?"
"The hoodie." Clearing my throat, I tightened my hand on the wheel to keep myself from doing something reckless. "Hang on to it."
"Why?"
I could feel her blue eyes on me, I knew that sounded thick, but I could, and the sensation caused my arms to break out in goosebumps.
I shrugged. "Because it looks good on you."
Joh "Are you feeling better?" I hurried to ask – and distract. "Did the ibuprofen help?" I glanced over at her and bit back a groan. She was so fucking beautiful it was painful, with those big blue eyes staring back at me all i I didn’t need the temptation that came with being this close to her. Problem was, every time she ran, I found myself chasing right after her, desperate to just be with her. "I'm okay, Joh I snapped my gaze back on the road and fought to get my body under control. "It's no problem." I had no idea what this girl was doing to me, but I was burning the hell up. "Anytime." "I like your music," Sha "Go on," I encouraged when her fingers fluttered towards the stereo. Reaching over, I snatched my iPod that was attached to my stereo off the dashboard and handed it to her. "Find something you like." "Are you sure?" she asked, voice small and uncertain. I nodded and smiled, trying to reassure her. It must have worked because she whispered, "I love them all," as she began to flick through track after track. "You have amazing taste." "Thanks." I shifted uncomfortably, feeling a weird tingling sensation in the pit of my stomach. "I like good music." Spending countless hours working out alone gave me the opportunity to broaden my taste. "Me, too," she agreed. "And your music is epic." It wasn’t that I wasn’t used to being on the receiving end of compliments. It was just that they usually revolved around rugby. Sha It was both a relief and a worry. I didn’t know how to handle that. She was confusing the shite out of me. "I wouldn’t have pegged you for a Beatle's fan," Sha "It's my favorite one of theirs," I told her, palms sweating under her scrutiny. "Me too," she said softly. "My Great-Granda Murphy used to sing this to me when I was little." I glanced over at her. "Yeah?" Sha For some unknown reason, I made a mental note of that piece of information and stored it away for future reference. Sha Meanwhile, I held the steering wheel with a death grip, desperately trying to concentrate on the road ahead and not the girl sitting beside me, fucking up my well laid plans. "Do you have an iPod?" I asked when I pulled up outside her house – her actual house this time. I was stalling, not wanting her to get out of my car. The pang of disappointment I felt when we reached our destination was the same one that consumed me every time she left, and that was incredibly disconcerting. "I could put some of my music on it for you?" I offered. "If you'd like?" "Me?" Sha I nodded nonchalantly while mentally kicking the shite out of myself for being so dense. "You like the classics?" I blurted, feeling all panicky when she reached for the door handle. "Yes," she replied, turning back to face me, eyes bright with excitement. "Do you?" "I like a lot of stuff," I told her. You, most of all. "Shake it off baby?" My brows shot up. "Excuse me?" "Shake it off baby." Sha It took me a few seconds to realize she wasn’t calling me baby and that she was referring to a song. "You mean Twist and Shout," I corrected gruffly. "Yeah, that's a good one." "Do you like Reckless Kelly?" she asked then. I shook my head. "I don’t think I've ever heard of them." "They have this new song out called Wicked Twisted Road," she explained. "Are you sure you haven't heard it?" My heart stopped in my chest. That song from the pub. The one that fucked with my head. Jesus… "You should," Sha Rattled. I was thoroughly fucking rattled by this girl. Partially because I had related to the words of that song, but mostly because she related the words of the song to me. Her red lips and rosy cheeks were fucking beautiful and I had to take a moment before I could form a coherent sentence and not sound like a fucking eejit. "I'll do that," was all I came up with. "Well, thanks for saving me," she whispered. Her eyes darted from my eyes to my mouth several times before she leaned over and pressed her lips to my cheek. "Again."