Page 27 of Blue Moon

Chapter 11

Sawyer

Icouldn’t believe I hadn’t even tried to spend the night with her. That was a first. What the fuck was wrong with me? I was losing my edge.

It wasn’t that I didn’t want to. No, definitely not that. Kissing her was incredible. She tasted just as I imagined she would—sweet and spicy. Her hands were so soft and delicate when they traced my face, but all I could imagine was her nails scratching my back as I fucked her. So why hadn’t I even tried to close the deal?

Was I developing feelings for her?

No, that made no sense. Feelings weren’t my thing. Lust was more my deal for sure. I’d never truly cared about any woman I’d been with. I’d have a great one-night stand and then say goodbye. That way no one got hurt.

Sol wasn’t even a girl I could ever date, even if I did want a relationship, which I most certainly didn’t. Unlike Beck’s fiancée Paloma, who hadn’t had a job before she met Beck who hired her as his daughter’s nanny, Sol had an entire life here in the Bay Area. Her Instagram name was @SolanaSanFrancisco. She lived in a part of the country that I couldn’t stand, despite its beauty. I mean, even if I liked the Bay Area, there wasn’t a naval air station up here. And I’d already planned to take a one-year unaccompanied tour to Okinawa, Japan next year.

Fuck, why was I thinking so far ahead? I hadn’t even fucked this chick yet. Even worse, I hadn’t even tried to sleep with her.

I called Beck.

As usual, he answered on the first ring. “Hey man, what’s up?”

“Just dropped Sol off at her house.” I paused. Beck usually didn’t tolerate my locker room talk, but I needed to tell him about my night. “And get this. I didn’t even try to sleep with her. What’s wrong with me?”

Beck laughed. That cocky motherfucker. “Nothing’s wrong with you—you just like her.”

“I do. She’s cool and smart. Cultured—she goes to the opera and shit. She took me to the best Chinese restaurant in the city and then we went to see the Blue Moon on Mount Tam.”

“Man, you’re sprung, and you don’t even know it yet.”

Fuck. How did this happen to me? “Well, I kissed her. I’m taking her on a date tomorrow, gonna see how she hangs at a dive bar. But that’s it. I’ll never see her again. We’ll be in Seattle by Monday.”

“Good. I’m glad you had a nice time with a good woman. But Huck, if you like her and you can somehow con her into liking you too, it doesn’t have to be over. You’re a pilot—you can fly anywhere any time you want, remember?”

“Whatever, dude. I just want to have a good time with her while I’m here. I’m not looking for a girlfriend. And I definitely have zero desire to start a long-distance relationship. Even you and Paloma were together for twelve weeks before you left for our tour. Plus, she lived with you. This is nothing more than a weekend fling. It is what it is. Anyway, I’ll be at the hangar at zero six hundred.”

“Sounds good. Later.”

I drove across the bridge back to my hotel. Alone.

How had I fucked this night up? She could’ve been here with me now, but I hadn’t even tried.

Well, the weekend wasn’t over yet. I had tomorrow night to make her mine.

Even if it was for one night only.