Ride It Out

Ride It Out by Aden Lowe, Ashley Wheels Read Free Book Online

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Authors: Aden Lowe, Ashley Wheels
protective. I don't get to do a lot of things I'd like to try." The confession took a weight off my shoulders. Just having someone else know seemed to make it a little more bearable.
    He tips my chin up with a gentle finger. "I'm sorry, even though I get it. You should be treasured, but not stifled." He leans in for a kiss. "Anything you want to try, if it's at all possible, I'll make it happen and keep you safe, too."
    My mind buzzed with the dozens of things I'd like to try with him, while my cheeks burn with the same. "Thank you, I'll remember that." I will, too, and hold him to it if I need to. "How about you? What do you like to do?"
    He grins. "Besides kissing you?"
    My heart skips a beat at the wicked gleam in his eyes. "Yes, besides that." I can't help but smile.
    A little line creases his brow. "I work with computers, and I enjoy it, especially the flexibility it gives me. It's one of the few things I've managed to hang onto through rehab and getting adjusted." The pain of his loss is still fresh, but he hides it quickly. "Enough about me, I'm boring. How long are you staying?"
    That makes me laugh. "You're anything but boring, but okay. I'm staying all summer, into September. At least, I am unless my parents figure it out and insist I come back home before then. When are you leaving?"
    "I don't know, for sure. I intended to stay a few weeks at least." He went back to tracing those little circles on my palm. "Your parents would really do that?"
    "They would. They don't trust me to do anything on my own. Adam is a little better about it, but if I hadn't threatened to run off and do this on my own, he wouldn't have even considered helping me."
    "I hate to say it, babe, but that's just fucked up."
    "Yes it is." I notice how long the shadows are starting to get. “I have to get back inside. I’m late taking some medicine, and it messes me up if I skip it.” I don’t want the time with him to end, but I can't take the risk of missing meds. Getting sick would mean having to give up on my independent summer and I have no intention of doing that.
    "Shit, let's go then. You should have said something sooner Anne. You go ahead, I’ll be right behind you. Meet you inside.” He starts gathering up our trash and turns away.
    Shocked that he’s going to come back inside with me, I hurry and race to take my meds. Breathing treatments take at least ten minutes and I don’t want to waste much time doing that when he’s here.
    At the door, I look back to check once more to see if Blake is still there, half afraid I might have dreamed the whole afternoon. He’s heading up my way. I smile, and turn to roll inside.

Chapter Seven: Anne
    After finishing up with my meds I notice all the sand. It's everywhere, all over me, my chair, the floor. How am I going to clean all of this up? What a mess.
    Blake comes to the door, stopping to brush off some sand onto the patio. Had I not been in such a hurry, I might have thought to do that as well. It would certainly have saved a lot of work.
    "All finished?” He looks over at my medicine. Odd that he doesn’t even blink at the machine and bottles of pills.
    Feeling self-conscious, I pack everything up fast and push the pills back into the drawer. “Yep, all done. I need to get changed, though. All this sand is starting to itch.” More sand falls off my chair. His gaze sweeps over me with burning intensity. “Why don’t you go take a quick shower? Maybe I’ll catch up on the game. The Braves are supposed to playing this afternoon.”
                  The idea sounds heavenly and I'm not about to refuse a chance to get rid of the sand and sweat from a long day on the beach. “Okay. I’ll be out in a little bit.”.
    He looks at me just a few more seconds before closing his eyes tightly and groaning like he’s in pain. At first he looks like he might say something, but then he shakes his head, turns away from me, and starts for the television.
    I'm left wondering what he

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