He follows me every day.
Every time I look in the rearview mirror, he’s there.
Ever-present, with his helmet on, his body curled over his bike, making him look so freaking hot and completely masculine.
The first time I pull into a rest stop because I’m nauseated, Zach stops too. He follows me to the ladies’ room and when I come outside feeling a little better but a lot tired, he waits for me with napkins and ginger ale.
“You’re being ridiculous,” I say weakly once I’m done wiping my mouth and sipping on a little bit of the soda.
He studies me with a concerned frown. “I think you need to take it easy today. Find a motel and just rest.”
The sun’s strong and Zach’s directly in front of it, glowing like a star. He’s back into his old clothes, threadbare dark t-shirt and washed-out jeans with gigantic boots.
I squint up at him. “And I think you should be somewhere else. In a different part of the world.”
His lips smile slightly but his eyes remain stoic. “I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.”
Frustrated, I thrust the can of ginger ale at his abs, spilling a tiny splash in the process. “Fine. Be that way. In this part of the world, there are no maids.” I gesture at his t-shirt. “You have to clean that up yourself.”
Grabbing the can, he shrugs. “I think I can handle it.”
I think he can.
That’s the problem. He can do anything he puts his mind to.
And right now, it looks like his mind is set on following me.
When I stop to eat, he stops too. When I stop for gas? Yeah, he’s there, as well. When I pull into a motel at night, he’s right behind me.
The farther away we get from Princetown, the colder the temperature gets. The sun is always there but it’s lurking in the background.
Like Zach.
He doesn’t try to talk to me or approach me, except when I’m getting sick at the rest stops. Which seems to have abated altogether.
The smell of my car, the leather seats, the roads. They don’t scare me anymore. I’m back to being myself before my parents died. I think I forced my phobia away.
Or maybe I’m afraid of something else now.
A certain tall, dark and handsome guy who won’t stop following me.
After days of driving aimlessly, I decide to stop at a random place.
It’s called Blue Dot.
Well, it has blue in the name so maybe it’s not random at all.
It’s further up north and it’s located among the mountains. They say it snows there in the winter and the summers aren’t as hot as Princetown.
We reach there a couple of days later. I say we because Zach hasn’t left me yet.
It’s been a little over a week since everything and he’s been there like a shadow.
I don’t trust him. I don’t trust that he won’t get bored and leave after a while.
Why would he stay? He has a life in New York. An apartment, roommates. A job that he likes and is good at.
You’re my life.