"Ow, fuck," I come to consciousness from a massive fucking headache. I peel my eyes open, too-bright sunlight streaming onto my face through the windshield. My throat is scratchy and my mouth feels dryer then the fucking Sahara desert.
I sit up next to Leo in the back of his Subaru with the hatchback still open and the empty bottle of Jack Daniels at our feet.
The events of last night come flooding back into my head, hitting me like a fucking freight train. Drinking with Leo, making out with him, Jayce seeing, then feeling a ridiculous and unreasonable amount of guilt, ending the kiss and quickly falling asleep next to Leo in the back of his car.
I immediately open my bag to see if anything is missing, considering we just spent the entire night sleeping in a wide open car. Thankfully, everything is accounted for. Honestly, what had I expected? This is Goldcrest. Nothing bad happens here.
It's 7:00am on Saturday morning and I softly shake Leo awake. He jolts up so fast that his head smashes into the roof, which causes him to howl in pain and me to laugh, even though it hurts my excruciatingly dry throat.
He smiles at me tiredly and sweetly after he recovers from the painful blunder, then checks his phone.
"Oh shit," he chuckles. "I guess Sarah went back to Lakeshore with her girl last night. And I was supposed to be home about seven hours ago, so I better get the fuck outta here." He climbs out of the car and stretches, his tee shirt lifting up as he reaches toward the sky.
I follow suit, wishing more than anything for some water.
"Bye, Fal," Leo pulls me into a tight hug, resting his chin on top of my head. "It was really nice to see you again." He kisses the top of my head before waving goodbye and climbing into his car, speeding off through the town square.
As I make my way back to where I chained up my bike last night, I dash into a corner store and buy a bottle of water and Asprin.
Stepping out of the shop, I immediately begin guzzling down the cold, quenching liquid, thinking that this is probably the most pleasurable moment of my life to date.
I feel like I'm being revitalized with every droplet that washes down my arid throat. I feel like a new fucking woman. Drink your water, people.
I make it back to my bike and begin slowly gliding through town. I lean into the curve that will take me around Pepper's diner, and the next thing I know, I'm flying off my bike and landing on my side with an awful smack.
Fuck.
I just crashed into someone.
I quickly stand up, wiping the blood and loose gravel off the palms of my hands and ignoring the sharp pain in my right hip and rib.
I'm embarrassed and flustered as I turn to help my victim.
"Are you okay?" A familiar voice asks with intense concern before I can register who I just smashed into.
I look up into Jayce's face and my breath hitches in my throat. He's only wearing black basketball shorts and tennis shoes. He's clearly been running, as his shirtless, muscular, tanned torso is glistening with sweat and he's breathing heavily.
My head is spinning thanks to the fall and his chiseled, shining body and I'm unable to get words out to answer his question before me grabs my hands in his own. The effect his touch has on me is instant and extreme. Flames seem to erupt in my palms and trail down my arms, causing my heart to lurch and a knot to form in my stomach.
He closely inspects my hands and after a few moments of trying to keep my breathing normal, he gently drops them.
"Does anywhere else hurt?" He looks into my eyes seriously. "How's your head?"
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