Elena
“I’m ready!” Mike was already looking at me like I’m the last piece of his favorite pie as I announce my presence. His mother turns around at the sound of my voice; her hazel eyes widen.
“You look beautiful, Elena.” She smiles then folds her fingers together under her chin. “Mike, doesn’t she look beautiful?”
She turns her head to look up at her mute son at the same time my eyes find his; they turn dark. I watch the muscles in his neck as he swallows.
“She could wear a paper sack and still be beautiful,” he says with a certain roughness to his tone. “Let’s get going.” He clears his throat and skirts his way around his mother’s white truck towards the bike.
Carol walks up to embrace me in a hug. “Have fun. You deserve it.” When she releases the embrace, she grabs ahold of my sho
