Kelly
Crash sits in the back of the truck, elbows on his knees and hands clasped in front of him. His shoulders always look heavenly when he's like that, and it's difficult not to touch him. But I'm texting Holly that we're on our way—just going to take some time—and there's so many people around. I'm surprised, though, by the heat low in my belly when I see him like that.
Noticing my attention, he turns his head and smiles. I have to smile back, even though I'm feeling very uneasy. It's just incredible to be here with him. Even if he is a lying asshole.
Suddenly a guy appears at the back of the truck and throws a black duffel bag in with us, then nods at Crash and smiles at me. Crash tips his fingers at the guy.
"What was that?" I ask.
"A bag. Stuff for me. Just in case."
I blink. "He packed it for you?"
