Page 151 of Meant to Be

JOSIE

It feels almost like stepping out of a fog when I slide behind the wheel of the car, ready for the trip home. I feel dazed and a little delirious. The whole trip was over in a blink. I feel giddy when I think back to it.

I can’t wait to do it all over again. I’ll have to think of some reason for another getaway.

Or maybe a permanent getaway.

Sliding my sunglasses up my nose, I angle the mirror so that it is easier for me to see and adjust the seat, considering my legs are certainly not as long as Harley’s.

After two and half hours, my legs start feeling cramped and there’s no longer a position that feels comfortable in the seat.

“Ready for a pit stop?” I ask.

“Sure.”

When the next service centre comes along, we pull into it. Groaning, I step out of the car. Several bones crack as I stretch, using the car roof as support as I twist and turn my body.

“Sexy,” Harley comments with a laugh.

“You weren’t complaining this morning when I was twisting and turning.” I smirk.

He two-finger solutes me. “Touché.”

I slip the strap of my bag over my shoulder and when we start to walk towards the service centre, Harley’s fingers slide in place between mine. I smile at him. This feels sonice. Soright.

Everything that we have been through was heartbreaking and awful, but in this moment, it all feels worth it.Heis worth it.

We grab coffees and lunch before hitting the road again.

Harley changes everything I did to the seat and I roll my eyes.

“Do you have to have the seat this damn high?” He huffs.

“Umm yeah. I need to see the road,” I reply.

“And the top of every building we pass?”

I laugh, lightly shoving his shoulder. “Shut up.”

He grins, turning the engine on. I adjust the volume and pick a new playlist as he crawls out of the carpark and back onto the highway.

The next hour of driving consists of me trying to keep my hands off Harley. With his crisp white t-shirt barely stretching over his biceps, those delicious tattoos and the wind blowing his dark hair back, my body is brimming with need.

“What?” he asks, giving me a side-eye look.

“You look so hot right now.”

He quirks an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

“Hell yeah.” I nod. “I think I need to do something about it.”

“And what’s that?”

Leaning over, I unzip his pants. He squirms in his seat, swallowing.

“I know very well what that mouth can do, sweetheart, and if you touch me with it right now, we are going to crash.”

I smile sweetly.

“This may very well be the best road trip I’ve ever had.” He grins, his hair sexily messy and cheeks flushed.

“There’s going to be more where that came from, baby.” I smile back. “Much, much more.”