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SCOTT couldn't help it. He just couldn't. He didn't even bother to pretend to look at his tablet as the obnoxiously large truck pulled into the parking lot, soon flocked by fans. He waited with bated breath as the passenger side door opened up, eyes glued to her tanned legs covered by cowboy boots as she jumped out of the car.
And fuck, if she wasn't wearing that pink sundress that was shorter than the others with a matching ribbon in her hair that he knew for a fact felt as soft as silk to touch now. He was mentally thanking whatever god that was listening that it wasn't destroyed in the tornado that hit the motel.
Yes, kissing her had been a mistake, he knew. Because he hadn't had a single coherent thought all morning about anything but her and her lips and her hands in his hair and her body pressed against his.
After she'd left, he was a mess, pacing the length of his room with his hands in his hair, trying to calm down. And he hadn't done so until he had a second freezing cold shower of the night — that hadn't even done the trick, technically. No, it wasn't until his stomach was coated in his sticky release that he could even think about going to sleep.
And that wasn't the end of it. It was beginning to affect his work — he'd made three mistakes while adjusting the sensors on the PAR units that morning.
And now, he was bound to make more as she pranced around the parking lot with her friends before heading toward the gas station.
Scott hadn't even thought about it as he pressed the tablet to Javi's chest and then went after her.
DJ had a head start, of course, and she already had her Jolly Ranchers and Cherry Coke in hand when he made it inside. She hadn't noticed him — she'd kept her head down all morning specifically to keep from seeing Scott accidentally.
She was smiling at the owner of the gas station as he pet Daisy — no way was she leaving her dog behind again during storm season. But once the nice older man whose name was Dwight got back behind the counter, Scott made himself known, gently setting his candy and drink of choice on the counter.
"I've got it," he said, making DJ flinch in surprise.
She slowly looked at him over her shoulder, taking in that damn misleading Storm PAR shirt and the blue ball cap that was on his head. He was wearing his sunglasses too, trying to hide how sleepless his night had been.
And though she didn't want to face him and the consequences of her actions — she didn't want to face his rejection again — she still knew she had to use her manners. "Thank you," she murmured, taking her snacks after he paid.
Then she was leaving the store, him trailing behind her like a dog — like Daisy was.
