A Writer's Bucket List

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A/N There is a scene in this chapter that was fun to write, but also nerve wracking. I laughed a little because woaaaaaaaah, that side of the character is being exploreeeed. Also I've never really written smut in detail ??? Oh whale .

Nicole's pov

"So..." began Floyd.

We were sitting in the back of his van, it was Aur's driving shift and of course, Matt was in front with her. He was sitting in the middle seat and I was all the way in the back. He cleared his throat and leaned over the seat to face me better. I crossed my arms, but looked at him.

"You're going to continue not talking to me" he stated.

"What's there to say?"

"Ahhh so the cat didn't eat your tongue" he continued "I don't know but you aren't talking to me the same".

"Yeah I am. I was talking to you when we were hiking was I not?"

"Yes" he said, and paused. I made myself more comfortable on the back seat waiting for him to gather his thoughts. "But you aren't really talking to me" he finished.

"Sure I am. Floyd, this is real life right now, and I am really talking to you," I said sarcastically.

We're about forty-five minutes from New Mexico guys, someone find us a motel.

"On it" I answered to Aur. I was given a chance and I took it. I used finding a motel as an excuse to avoid Floyd's glare or having to respond anymore of his questions.

Floyd's pov

Nicole was being cold, but I have always liked the thrill of the chase. It simply guarantees my infatuation. I had already booked us a comfortable hotel near some observatory like half an hour ago. I knew she was so quick to look for a motel to cut me off. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself.

"I don't regret it" I said not really looking at her while I spoke. "If I'm honest I'd do it again. And again. And maybe another time". I stopped talking to wait for some kind of answer or back sass. But nothing.

I know she heard me because the radio wasn't loud. I looked at her before I spoke again. She was still scrolling through motels.

"I got us a cheap hotel like thirty minutes ago".

Still she kept scrolling. I really did not want to bring it up like this but now I was desperate to get her to talk to me. "By the way.." I started up again nonchalantly, "you were calling my name out in your sleep".

Abruptly she stopped scrolling.

"What?" her voice she kept gathered, but her face told another story. In the broad daylight her face burned red. Got you now.

This time I kept quiet, letting her brew in her own medicine. In the front Matt shuffled uncomfortably in his seat and turned up the music. He had been listening.

"Floyd. What did you say?" Nick's voice was stern.

"You kinda moaned out my name when you were asleep in the tent. Before the fart bomb" I waited for her to freak out and start denying things.

"You're delusional" she said blatantly , and proceeded to her previous scrolling.

"Let me sleep Floyd !" I moaned in a girly voice.

"Are you sure it wasn't your dream?" She asked, clearly controlling her tone but blushing non the less. Of course I pointed it out.

"If it was mine, why are you blushing?"