Nothing Like You

by Pandora's Box Is Heavy

You exit the store sporting a pair of cheap, neon pink slip-on shoes that clash with your outfit and a megawatt smile when you see that I'm still waiting. Your smile catches me off guard, stealing the air from my lungs. Something tells me there's nothing like you, Bella. E/B pairing.

30. Chapter 30

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You're waiting for me right out front like you said you would, and you've brought presents.

"I had to stop for gas on my way." You take a sip of the Slurpee before handing it to me. "Half Coke, half cherry, my dear."

"Thanks, baby."

You like your gift. A lot. Pulling me by my tie in for a kiss, a little indecent for the public. You taste like cherries, and I love it.

"I missed you so much."

"I missed you too. Did you really take the rest of the day off for me?"

I nod. "Actually, I took the rest of the week off so I could spend the rest of your Spring Break with you. If you want, that is."

"Oh, I want Mr. Masen." You kiss me again and pull away, making a big show of opening my door for me but wincing when the hinges creak. "I knew I was forgetting something."

I ask if we can stop by my house so I can change out of my suit and tell you I have a can of WD-40 in the garage.

You're so proud of your car. Sure, there's no air conditioning, and the faint smell of mildew is evident, but it's all yours.

When we pull up to my house, you park off to the side in the grass. "Just in case I've got an oil leak," you tell me. "I'd hate to ruin your driveway."

My eyes roll, and I get you the lubricant before heading inside to change into something more comfortable.

I'm hanging up my suit jacket when you find me.

"Do you think your car would make a trip to the coast?" I ask. "There's a seafood restaurant out in Vilano Beach tha—" I turn around and stop short.

Your lips curl upward. "Are you absolutely starving right now?"

I shake my head. "You?"

"No. I'm ravenous." You reach for the zipper on your hoodie. "For you."

"Oh," I reply dumbly.