*on hold* Until Callan moved in next door, Presley was one hundred percent, completely fine with how her life was turning out.
She never regretted dropping out of college or wasting her days working in a diner for minimum wage. Boredom never plagued...
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Living at the lake was definitely underrated. You couldn't find this peaceful stillness in the city or this incredible view. Tonight, the sky held a unique shade of purple, the sun bright orange as it set just above the treeline. It was windy, but I liked watching the water dance. I breathed in the warm air and shut my eyes. An emotion took hold of me, one I hadn't felt in a while. I was grateful.
Grateful that I made the risky decision to renovate this place; that I had generous friends to help out. I never expressed gratitude often enough, not even in my everyday thoughts. There were studies showing that expressing what you're grateful for can make you happier. Maybe there was something to it.
Or maybe I was just happy cause Presley would be off work soon, and we'd finally have some privacy.
Don't get me wrong. I loved Austin, but he was a serious cock block the last two days. I'd had to sit him down and tell him that I needed one night with Presley without him badgering us into watching movies. Then I felt bad because I could tell he was genuinely oblivious to the fact that I'd been dying to get Presley alone. He'd apologized and told me he'd stay out of our hair tonight. I guess Brie had agreed to see him, so that was good. Maybe they could work things out.
"There you are."
Presley's lilted voice brought me out of my thoughts. I turned around to find her in a simple grey dress that sort of looked like a long version of a T-shirt, the fabric stopping halfway down her thigh. It was sexy as hell. My eyes traveled over Presley's long, tanned legs, and then back up to her gorgeous face. She was such a natural beauty, I couldn't see any makeup on her face other than a pink gloss coating her lips. Not going to lie - I couldn't wait to kiss it off.
She took a seat in the beach chair beside me, and it was then I noticed the take-out box in her hand. "It's pie. Are you hungry?"
"Depends. What flavor?" I arched my brow.
"Guess."
I sniffed the air, searching for hints. "Pecan?"
Presley smirked. "Nope."
"Apple?"
"Guess again."
I reached for the box, but Presley pulled back, a smile tugging at her lips.
"Pumpkin? Lemon Meringue?"
"Uh uh."
What am I doing?
She was half my size. I could easily wrangle the box from her, even with only one good hand. I didn't really want the pie that bad, I just wanted to tease her. The mischievous gleam in her eyes made me want to play. Smirking, I straddled Presley's chair, facing her before breaking into laughter as she tried to hold the white box above her head - as if I couldn't reach.
"You're being ridiculous." I laughed.
"That's not fair. You're too big."
"Maybe you're too small," I challenged, my fingertips brushing the side of the box as she struggled to keep it from my grasp. All the while, with her knees pulled up to her chest, I was as close as I could get, and I had a great idea for a distraction.
