Someday Maybe by Ophelia London

Author:Ophelia London [London, Ophelia]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3, mobi
Tags: Colleen Hoover, second chance romance, Someday Maybe, Definitely Maybe in Love, Cora Carmack, Jane Austen, Ophelia London, Tammara Webber, Romance, Embrace, Entangled, college, new adult, Abbi Glines, Definitely Maybe
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2014-10-19T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

I hadn’t been on a road trip in ages and was actually looking forward to the five-hour drive. But once we were inside Oliver’s SUV with Meghan in the front seat, it was “Rad” this and “Rad” that. I couldn’t help it, he didn’t look like a Rad to me, and if I heard “Rad” one more time, I might vomit.

Settling in, I crossed my legs and rested the side of my head against the window. Sitting kitty-corner from him, I had a straight-on view of Oliver’s profile behind the wheel.

Rad. What did that name even mean?

A Rad didn’t have corded muscles in his neck like that. I stole a glance at Oliver, and right on cue, he swallowed, working those sexy neck muscles. I shifted, recrossing my legs. And no one called Rad could ever have a jaw sharper than a Ginsu knife. Oliver said something to Sarah then rubbed his jaw. It was sprinkled with stubble today. I felt my lips peel apart, throat going dry. And that perfect profile of Oliver’s, those lips of his could never be mistaken for—

I blinked, getting a full frontal view of his face now. He was turned halfway around, saying something else to Sarah in the backseat beside me, but he’d caught me in a full-on stare.

“Did you say something?” he asked.

My mouth was obviously still open, lips parted, so I shut it first then said, “Me? No.”

He turned back to the road but shot me another quick glance, running a knuckle under his chin. Did he know I absolutely loved that move? Or used to…I used to love that move.

Seriously, Rachel.

I grabbed my jacket, wadded it up into a ball to use as a pillow, and slammed my eyes shut. I could still hear Meghan’s “Rad” comments—puke—but I least I couldn’t see anything.

But that didn’t mean I wouldn’t dream. Before I knew it, my eyelids were heavy and I nodded off… We weren’t in his car anymore, but in his bedroom back in college. I could smell his soap, the wet towel from his shower. There were those neck muscles again. I was closer to them now. That jaw I’d kissed a million times, and yes, his lips. I had to touch those lips.

It wasn’t exactly a snore that startled me awake. I’d actually mumbled something else in my sleep. And if it was a name, it sure as hell wasn’t “Rad.” Everyone in the car was talking, though I hadn’t yet opened my eyes, making sure no one had heard me, if I had indeed said aloud what I’d called out in the dream.

Megs was on her phone, talking to her mother, it sounded like. And Sarah was telling Oliver about a painting she was replicating for a class. All clear. I cracked one eye open. From my position, I wasn’t in plain view of Oliver’s profile anymore, but I could see his reflection in the rearview mirror. For a second, I thought I must still be dreaming, because he was looking at me.

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