Catching Orion by Kennedy Sloane

Author:Kennedy, Sloane [Kennedy, Sloane]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub, mobi
Publisher: SK Publishing, LLC
Published: 2019-03-21T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 5

Ryan

My body still felt the vibrating of the motorcycle’s heavy idling long after I climbed off the big machine. But since I was still tingling with all the sensations that had accompanied Knox’s white-hot kiss, I really didn’t care. And admittedly, it’d been fun hanging onto Knox as the rumbly bike had navigated the streets of downtown Atlanta. I’d actually been happy when Knox had made a wrong turn and we’d gotten lost. I’d been half tempted to direct him to the interstate so we could head for the coast and have our date at the beach like he’d said. The idea of walking hand in hand with him, our toes sinking in the soft sand as the ocean lapped gently at our feet, had planted itself in my head like the most invasive of vines.

“Sorry about that,” Knox said as he put our helmets onto hooks on his bike. “I’m still learning my way around… I studied the route before I got to your place but my sense of direction isn’t great. Took me years to find my way around L.A.”

“Is that where you’re from?” I asked. “I’ve lived in Atlanta my whole life and still get lost from time to time,” I added.

“I was an army brat until my mom died,” Knox said as he once again took my hand. There were people making their way up and down the sidewalk around us, but he didn’t seem to notice or care. I’d never once had a guy hold my hand in private, let alone public, so it felt strange and amazing at the same time.

“I lost my dad a few years later. I went to live with Uncle Frank and his partner in Minnesota. They ended up retiring out here and I followed a guy I’d been dating to L.A.”

“Is he the one you were talking about?” I asked. “The recent breakup, I mean?”

Knox shook his head. “No, that was Peter. I met him in L.A. He owned the tattoo shop I was working at. We were together for almost six years. I was hearing wedding bells while he was planning his escape. Uncle Frank suggested I come out here and start my own shop. I had enough money saved up, so I did.”

Although Knox kept his voice light, I could see in his eyes that he was still smarting from his breakup. Just like the topic of my parents had threatened to put a damper on the evening, so did talking about his ex. I gave his fingers a squeeze. “Your ex is an idiot,” I said. “Now let’s go paint some fruit.”

Knox smiled and I reveled in the fact that the smile didn’t leave his face at all during the short walk to the little studio. We chatted about unimportant things the entire time, and when we were finally settled in front of our canvases with a tasty glass of red wine on the little table between us, we couldn’t stop looking at each other.

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