Dove
Bucky had offered to drive me back home once we were done with our walk. I didn't feel as close to death as I did before which was good because I could actually focus on the moment.
There was a moment when it got a bit chilly and Bucky, as a pure gentleman, offered me his blazer. I practically swam in it but I loved it. It smelt so strongly of him that I would have kept it if I had the chance. Of course I couldn't but it was nice to dream.
I didn't feel panicked by him driving me home this time. Anyone could tell he wasn't a crazed stalker or killer. He was just a charismatic cowboy. Gay? Still unsure since he barely touched me the entire night. Not that would make him gay but at least it would give me some hint.
"Are you going to work tomorrow?" He asked me when we were five minutes away from home.
I shook my head. "I'm going to the beach."
"Friends?"
