Not Anymore

Evelyn

On my way back home, thoughts of Cameron consumed my mind entirely. The interaction with him had been nothing short of exhilarating. But I couldn’t shake the doubt that I felt this way because so much of him reminded me of Jacob—his composed presence, his confident demeanor, his boldness—it all harkened back to him. I hated that I liked it.

“God, why am I even thinking about that jerk?” I groaned, pressing down on the accelerator, speeding the car.

Speaking of cars, I loved Cameron’s. It was a fiery red beast, one I might have accepted a ride in if I hadn’t declined his offer to pick me up for our date. Although he had his conditions before I left—next time, if I deemed him worthy enough, he would pick me up and drop me home. I wasn’t sure what he found appealing about it, but it seemed to be something he desired, so maybe next time I’d allow it.

But then again, I wasn’t certain if I wanted another date. It wasn’t about him—it was about me. I couldn’t get that one man out of my