PRINCE WITH BENEFITS
"This way…" He signaled the road we had to take.
I followed him silently, clasping the jacket together because it was getting colder. The jacket was considerably bigger, and it smelled like him. That sweet chocolate musky scent.
I'm being so creepy...
"Where are you from exactly?"
"California." My teeth started to chatter.
The wind was picking up and as I looked to the sky I noticed the grey clouds that were threatening to pour down soon.
Scott chuckled, "This is why you are so cold! This weather," he waved his hand all around, "is warm."
"Oh." I whispered as I looked at the dirt we were stepping on.
"You'll get used to it." He gave me a small comforting smile.
I miss my house, my dad and the Californian sun...
Would things would be different if hadn't found out?
I don't think Sam was ever going to tell me...and...I knew it wasn't the first time it happened, either. Sonya's smirk was engraved in my mind...
I shook my head trying to get rid of these thoughts, when Scott gently grabbed my arm, "are you ok?" he asked concerned.
We stopped walking; I shrugged as I fought the imminent tears that were forming in my eyes from recalling the last few weeks.
It still hurt a lot whenever I thought about Sam or Sonya, it made me sad and utterly angry at the same time...
"I've been asking you the same question three times already..." Dark chocolate eyes watched me worried.
I cleared my throat to wipe the trace of sadness from my voice, "what were you asking?"
"Why did you travel all the way from California? You don't seem actually excited about it..."
Oh...that...that's exactly what I was thinking about...
Frowning, I looked behind him because I honestly felt like he was really seeing through me and I didn't want him to see me sad, so avoiding him was the easiest way...
"Too personal?" He tilted his head.
I nodded as I swallowed the lump that had formed on my throat.
"Ok," He started walking again without another word.
I was thankful that he didn't push it; I don't think I could have stopped the tears from falling if he kept questioning me. I stood there watching him walk away.
Scott was truly an attractive man. He was about 26 years old. His long forceful strides exuded confidence. Even as he was wearing a hoodie, you could tell that they guy liked to work out, his body’s build was proof of that.
When he was at a considerable distance away, I realized how goofy I must have looked just standing there watching him, so I pretty much ran to keep up with him.
He was a good distraction, though...
He was smirking as I reached him.
Ugh, he must have noticed it, too...
Although...if he's not pushing about me, then I know for a fact that he doesn't want me to ask anything about him...ugh...and I can't really do anything about it, since I don't want to share my life for the moment...