Текст книги "Let Me Go"
Автор книги: Michelle Lynn
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ROB ESCORTS HIS mom to her car and they quietly talk to one another. I can only assume it’s either about me, or him returning to school. I wish I knew what was holding him back. He’s an intelligent guy and with money not being a problem, I’m baffled. My heart becomes more invested in him watching the way he cares for his mom. He opens her door and holds her close to him. Not the short and patting type of back hugs you normally witness between a guy and his mom. Theirs is caring and heartfelt. It’s a side of Rob many don’t get blessed with seeing. After she releases her son, she finds me on the sidewalk and waves her hand before climbing into her car.
Rob waits for his mom’s taillights to fade and then he steps up on the curb and quickly rushes over to me. He swoops his arms around my waist and lifts my feet off the ground. There’s always an element of surprise every minute with Rob and I don’t yearn for anything different. I may never know which Rob is about to emerge, but I draw safety in the fact he’s never the asshole everyone raves about. At least not with me. “I want you,” he whispers in my ear and a hot jolt runs through my veins.
“Chrissy’s done with classes. She’ll be home in an hour after the gym.” My shoulders slump from the disappointment that there isn’t enough time for him to cherish me like I need him to.
“All I have to do is sneak you into my room. As long as you can keep those beautiful lips shut, we’re golden.” He grabs my hand and practically drags me to the car as though we have an invisible clock above our heads clicking down.
“I’m coming, jeez, you’re going to rip my arm off,” I joke and my footsteps quicken to meet his. Not that I don’t love how eager he is to have me.
He skids to a stop at his car, opening the passenger door for me. “Let’s go.” His arm waves into the car, and I purposely stop, pretending to investigate my nails.
“Did I tell you that I broke my nail today?” My stance falls lazy as I concentrate on my fingers.
“Paige,” he warns and I purse my lips to keep from smiling. He’s way too easy to play with.
“It really hurt.” I thrust my hand in front of his face. “See.”
He releases a breath, grabs my hand and glances down fast. “I’ll get you a Band-aid when we get home.”
“Oh, that would be so nice.” I continue to delay us because I’m finding great amusement in Rob’s tapping foot.
“Now get in, baby.” He steps to the side of the door, enclosing me further into the small space between him and the car. He’s trying to be nonchalant in his act of urging me to climb into my seat.
“Maybe I should get a manicure.” My eyes scan the street for a nail salon. “Is there a place around here? Chrissy’s nails are always so nice.”
“You’re nails are gorgeous.”
I examine him and the impatience he’s trying to hide makes me giggle inside. I’m honestly surprised he hasn’t picked me up and plopped me in the car by now.
“Yeah, but I should get them professionally done. You know, manicure and maybe a pedicure? What do you think? We could do it together?” I widen my eyes at him and his face falls.
“Paige, get in the damn car.” His voice is all deep, alpha, and demanding. I love it.
“So, that’s a no?” I scrunch my eyebrows.
“Yeah, baby, that’s a no. I’ll paint your nails if you get in the damn car.” He steps closer to me, and I practically stumble into the car.
“Is that a promise?” I ask, swinging my legs in.
He doesn’t answer, the door shuts, and he jogs around the car. He’s barely in the car before the key is cranked in the ignition and the car drives away from the curb.
“Are you in a hurry?” I question and he shakes his head, beginning to chuckle.
“Paige, you’ll be the one complaining when I only make you come two times instead of four. Just remember you decided to be funny when you’re begging me for more.”
After his rant, my laughter bursts out and I bend forward. “Your face was so cute. All concerned about my nails.”
“Yeah, it was hilarious.” He winds the car around the curves and I notice he’s winding through neighborhoods for a short cut home.
“I’m holding you to it though; you’re painting my nails tonight.” I hold my hands up, inspecting how overdue I am for a manicure. I’ve never been one to have a standing appointment every month, but it’s been too long now.
“As long as I can pick the color.” He winks as the Mustang slows down in front of a light.
“You could match my panties.” His eyes flit over to me and a small smile creases his lips.
His tongue sneaks out and swipes across his lips. “Give me a glimpse.”
We’re stopped at the light and his eyes veer down to my crotch. Since I’m not wearing a skirt, I have no choice but to unzip my pants. Knowing we only have seconds before the light changes, my fingers slowly twist the button and even a more tortuous pace to unzip my jeans. “Paige.” His voice is pained. I spread the sides of jeans open, revealing my lacy white pair of panties and he inhales a deep breath. “Jesus,” he whispers and his hand roams over the center console.
I slap his hand and he retracts it a millimeter. “Uh uh,” I shake my head and he narrows his eyes.
“Don’t tease me.” His hand ventures again and it’s hard to forbid him to snake that hand down my pants, his fingers diving into the wetness he induced.
I scrape my teeth along my bottom lip and his chest heaves again. This is fun, making him squirm with want. “The light is green,” I tell him with hooded eyes. Right after horns honk behind us, his extended hand fists into a ball and a low growl erupts from his throat.
“You will regret what you just did.” He throws the car into first through the light and quickly shifts to second.
“Will I?” I shrug one shoulder still giving him the come fuck me eyes.
“You have no idea.”
A couple of minutes later he speeds up the driveway, into the garage and shuts the engine. Twisting to face me, his hand molds to my cheek and his thumb caresses my skin. This is not what I was expecting. I assumed he’d be carrying me inside as he stripped me naked on the way upstairs. “Baby,” he murmurs the term of endearment so lovingly. “Go upstairs to my room, strip down to nothing, and lay on my bed.” His voice is sultry and my panties soak from his directions.
I swallow the lump in my throat and stare into his determined eyes. He wastes no time to follow through with his threat about teasing. He’ll never hold out long enough. As it is, he wants me to undress myself.
“Okay.” My hand fingers for the door handle and when I blindly find it, the door clicks open, but Rob’s lips merge with mine. Gentle, loving, and nothing I want in this moment. Don’t get me wrong, I love when he’s tender and thoughtful, but I’ve craved him all day. There’s no waiting for him to go slow this time around. I want him to slam me against the wall and fuck me until I can’t walk.
“No tongue?” I pout in the seat and a quiet chuckle escapes him when he breaks away with nothing but a long peck to the lips.
“Go, baby.” He sits in the car, waiting for me exit.
I do what he instructs, happy to see Dex’s truck gone and Chrissy’s keys missing from the dish by the back door. The house is quiet, no footsteps or television blaring. It’s only me and Rob until one of them returns and I’m crossing my fingers it’s not for at least a half hour. I wish that thought alone didn’t bring out a million butterflies to my stomach.
When I step into Rob’s room, I’m surprised to see his bed made, the dresser neatly organized with cologne bottles lined up with not a speck of dust. Even his guitar pics are tossed into a dish. The receipts that covered the oak surface are now gone and I contemplate opening his top drawer to see if he swiped an arm along the surface right into the drawer. Even if he did, the rushed act doesn’t negate that fact he straightened his room for me, which brings a gentle tug on my heart.
When I hear the backdoor slam shut, I remember my instructions and toe out of my black flats and shimmy my jeans down my legs. When I grab the hem of my shirt to fling it off my body, I hear his footsteps climbing the stairs. As fast as I can, I unhook my bra and shove my panties off. Jumping onto the bed. My body flits around, as I test out five different positions, deciding which one will make him jump me the fastest.
There’s a soft knock on the door and it opens a sliver. “Ready?”
I change my come and get me pose on the bed one last time.
“Yes.”
He opens the door, steps in, shuts it, and locks it. There’s a bottle of caramel sauce tucked under his arm, a bowl with strawberries, and another bowl I can’t see nestled in the crook of his arm. My body tingles thinking of his tongue licking it off my body.
“You have plans.”
He nods, admitting nothing as he travels over to the bed. After positioning the bowls and sauce on top of his nightstand, he swaggers over to me and climbs onto the bed.
Not removing a stitch of clothing, he straddles my hips and raises my right hand. Reaching back, he whips strips of shredded cloth out of his back pocket and then ties my wrist to his headboard. His eyes concentrate on the task, never veering down to me, or my chest pushed out to entice him.
My body wiggles underneath him, desperate for a release. “Hold on, baby.” He raises my other wrist gently in his hand and ties what I see is a rag from the garage around my wrist. I tug my hand and my back falls back into the mattress unable to move. He stands up and I groan from the loss of his heat. “Now, do I need to tie up those legs or do you think you can control yourself?” He leans over me, dangling two other rags across my already pebbled nipples. The breeze and the feathery light brush across my breast staggers my breathing.
“Rob!” I plea and he chuckles sauntering over to his drawer.
“You should have listened.” He digs through his dresser, revealing a tie. He owns a tie?
My core heats up and I clench from the pure want building to max level inside of me.
Sauntering over to me, he graces me with his naked chest as he strips his shirt off. “You like to tease . . . let me teach you how it’s done.”
Oh shit.
I stare up at him, trying to concentrate on my breathing before I pass out. He’s exactly the man I knew he was, and if I thought he was the one for me before, he just branded me exclusively for him.
“Show me,” I whisper and he laughs.
“Lift up your head.”
I do as he requests and soon darkness consumes my sight.
“Good girl.”
God, I love it when he calls me that.
Now having only my senses of touch and hearing to go by, the room quiets. I fear he left me strapped to his bed, that his version of teasing is leaving me alone, while I anticipate his return. Then my excitement picks up when I hear the zipper of his jeans. My back arches, and my knees fly up as I widen my legs.
“Don’t make me tie your ankles.”
His voice is even toned, no emotion. Kudos to him because if I could I’d slip my hand down myself to finish this off, from him leaving me teeter tottering on the edge.
Quickly lying my legs flat on the bed, the mattress dips and a lukewarm drizzle sprinkles from the crevice of my breasts down my stomach.
“A little bit of sweet.” The mattress dips on either side of my hips and his tongue swipes the gooey liquid off my stomach, surging a current of desire right to his target.
“Rob.” My hands tug against the restraints and my back arches further as I try to control my pleasure.
He doesn’t respond, instead, an icy cold cube hits my skin from his hot mouth. His tongue slides it up my stomach, up the curve of my breast and his mouth covers my nipple. Circling the outline of my breast with the ice cube in his mouth, I squirm.
“Remember who started this game,” he reminds me, as the ice cube melts in the middle of my breasts.
“You’re taking it too far.” I fight him, loving his arousing exploration of my body.
“Am I?” he questions, his hands and lips disappearing again. “I think you’re wrong. I didn’t even grab the whipped cream.”
A giggle leaks out of me before I can mask it. I have to show how serious I am because he needs to get a condom on and thrust into me hard right now before the most intense orgasm falters to the sidelines.
Just as I’m trying to control my imprisoned pleasure, his hard body lays on top of mine. I savor his light cologne as my breasts crush against his chest. “Next time you should listen,” he whispers in my ear and the tip of him is right at my opening.
Sliding side to side and lifting my hips, I attempt to end this game he’s enjoying playing with me. With a little finagling, I’m positive I can entice him to ditch this whole teasing business.
“I need you,” I beg and my hands lift only to remember they’re trapped.
“I know. I need you, too,” he admits. Thank the heavens. I’m making progress. “But, all in good time.”
“What?” I screech. “Rob, grab a condom and get your dick inside of me now,” I demand and he leaves my body once again. “Rob!” I scream and then Best I Am by Flaw sounds from his iPhone.
I hear a drawer open and shut. The mattress slopes again and my heart rate picks up with the hope he’s finally relenting. His hand removes the tie off of my eyes and he’s smiling down at me.
Ogling his naked body, I notice his condom is already on and he’s moving on top of me again. “You make it too hard,” he softly murmurs, reaching up and untying the rags from my wrists.
He lightly massages each wrist, bringing them back down. His fingers skim down my arms as I bring them around his neck. “Listen to these words as I fuck you, Paige.”
I sink into the mattress, hearing the lyrics to the music. Rob flips our moment from lust-filled to love in a flick of his finger to his phone. He slowly moves inside of me and I lay drowning in him and the fact his heart is opening for me.
The song is a promise of sorts. Sticking to his true colors, the song conveys he’ll do the best he can to make this work between us. It’s his own sentiment to our situation, and I restrain the tears from the trust he’s giving me after such a short time.
He rolls his hips and I melt into his hold, bringing my legs up and over his waist. Our lovemaking syncs into a harmonious tempo, and a peace flows between us.
His fingers weave through the hair on the sides of my head as he rests the weight of his body on his elbows. The honest blue eyes dig into mine with promises he doesn’t know if he can fulfill, but he desperately wants. He isn’t giving me bullshit lines about how much he loves me, or that he’ll never mess up. Instead, he’s allowing me inside of the raw creature he believes is screwed up, but for me, he’ll try to change and that’s enough. I don’t want empty promises, just truth.
My eyes flutter from the emotions and the physical satisfaction he’s handing me. The orgasm that I expected to rack my body five minutes ago hinders on the edge, ready to explode in a much more quiet way than I figured. My fingernails scratch his shoulder blades and my legs tighten around his waist as he sends me over that cliff, soaring into the air with him alongside of me.
As we come down from our fall, he lowers on me, kissing me softly and slowly. His tongue whisks in my mouth, churning my tongue with his. A soft moan releases into his mouth and his hand removes my arms off him as he entwines our fingers above my head.
He breaks our kiss and his lips travel down my jaw, but his hands stay linked with mine. “Paige,” he sighs and with only my name I know exactly what he’s conveying.
“I know.” We had a moment that neither one of us is ready to admit. The ramifications if it doesn’t work are too fearful to acknowledge what just transpired. Instead we’re content with the knowledge that our relationship is evolving faster than we thought possible. We’ve zoomed from physical attraction, to dating, to something neither one of us is very good at communicating, or feeling. I give us credit; at least we aren’t ignoring the moment between us. That has to be a start.
A half hour later, I’m still naked in his arms. His phone plays music, love songs that I never would guess he enjoyed listening to. I’m grateful there’s no sign of Chrissy or Dex yet.
“Can I ask you a question?” I sit up, thumbing through his music to pick a song.
“What?” He lays there, his fingers brushing up and down my back, igniting shivers.
“What’s your relationship with your dad?”
His hand leaves my back and a huff passes his lips. “There isn’t one. He’s an asshole.”
“Oh.” My eyes light up when I see a song. “You have Stay by Lisa Loeb?” I ask and he chuckles.
“Yeah. I hope my secret is safe with you. I don’t make a habit of showing people my music collection.”
“Promise.” I lay back down on his chest. “Why?” I ask and he stares down at me confused. “Why is your dad an asshole?”
His body stiffens and I wonder if I’ve pushed too hard, too soon.
“He cheated on my mom. After the accident, my parents’ relationship became strained. Both my parents grew up in Mill River, so, their son being a killer didn’t exactly bode well, especially at first.”
“You’re not a killer. It was an accident.” I tighten my arms around his stomach to comfort him.
“Not according to the town of Mill River, but anyway, I was too wrapped up in my own shit to really notice anything with them, or they put up one hell of an act. After my mom found my dad with her business partner slash best friend, she fell into a depression.” He sits up, resting his back along the headboard. “I think it was all too much for her at that point. I tried to help, continuing to go back home. Doing her laundry, trying to get her to eat. My aunt would call me with updates, but my mom was on a downward spiral. She wasn’t even the person I knew growing up. After the accident she would fight my battles for me, holding the ground that I was a seventeen year old that made a terrible mistake. With Carly ditching out, it seemed as though all the blame hit me, not that I didn’t welcome it.”
Holy shit, he’s had a rough seven years.
“So, one night I drove down to help her. Things were shitty between us. I was in a crappy mood and I yelled at her to get up, eat and stop being depressed over some asshole that probably had his dick in another woman in that moment.” His face is pained as though he’s reliving the moment in his head.
“What did she say?”
“She threw me out and told me to get my life together before I start sprouting advice like a pastor on Sunday morning. My aunt tried to plead with me that she didn’t mean what she said and that she was drunk or had too much Valium or whatever. Krypto offered me a spot on their tour the next day and I accepted.”
“I’m glad you have patched up your relationship.” I smile over to him, and he smiles back.
“Me, too. It’s been a long road, but things are changing.” He leans forward, and his hand cups my cheek. I tilt into his hold and he stares into my eyes. “You’re changing me,” he admits and I sink into his trusting eyes.
“Is that good, or bad?” I ask, secretly hoping he’s liking the change I’m evoking from him.
“Good.” He comes closer, his lips covering mine. He breaks the kiss, “Very good,” and leans forward again, taking my lips to his again.
The backdoor slam shuts and I jolt up in bed. Rob chuckles and jerks me toward him again. “They don’t know who’s in here with me.” He casts kisses to my neck and I lean into him desperate for more.
“That’s true. Do you think they know?”
“I don’t even care at this point.” He grabs his phone, switching the song to a faster and louder one. Placing it on the nightstand, loud enough so that Chrissy won’t hear us, but not so loud that she’ll complain. All those worries if anyone has figured out our secret disappear with Rob claiming all my thoughts.
He eases me down on the mattress, covering my body with his. “I have some strawberries I wasn’t even able to use,” he slyly proposes, winking at me.
“Well, we don’t want them to rot.”
“No, definitely not. Roll over, baby.”
PAIGE LIES IN my arms, a low and steady stream of breath inhaling and exhaling from her lungs. She fell asleep after I took her from behind just like she expected me to in the first place. It was my plan to tease her, make her beg and then nail her hard like I know she enjoys. Then the mood shifted with the pleas from her lips and the way her back arched from my stroking. The goose bumps that traveled right behind my fingertips when I brushed them up the inside of her thigh. I couldn’t spoil the love that emanated inside of me with a mask of fuckery. I was desperate to show her what I realized this morning when I was under the hood of my car.
Seriously, what the hell is wrong with me? My music played through my wireless headphones as I torqued and rotated the wrench to my engine when Best I Am started playing over my phone. Paige’s face flashed in my head. How I wish I could be like one of my friends and promise her a love like no other. Spout the cheesy lines they do, making sure her heart felt protected by my love. It makes me only respect them more than I already do that they have no fear of breaking that promise.
Then I contemplated if I even loved her the whole two hours I fixed my engine. It took me six months to fall in love with Carly and I wasn’t even screwed up like I am now. How could Paige capture my heart in only two months? Sixty days? Impossible, especially since I haven’t even taken her on a real date. This afternoon was going to be our first. Denying my body’s need and desire to drag her back to the house and have her, my plan to buy her lunch derailed with my mom’s call.
Maybe it was a sign from fate that my mom called because seeing Paige interact with mom convinced the small part of me that believed I was delusional in this whole love thing. They laughed and even though some of it was at my expense, my heart opened wide in that restaurant this afternoon at watching two women that I love enjoy each other.
Paige stirs in my arms, interrupting my thinking.
“Hey,” she utters softly, stretching her body like a cat in my arms. “Sorry, I haven’t gotten much sleep lately.”
“You’re beautiful when you sleep.”
“Only when I sleep?” She smiles and a devilish smirk crosses her lips.
“More beautiful during the day since I don’t have to worry about drool.”
She narrows her eyes and smacks my chest.
When she rises up to escape my hold, I sit up and close my arms around her slim figure. “Don’t get carried away now.” I laugh into her hair and drag her back down.
Flipping in my arms, her bare nipples scrap against my chest. “How do I get out?”
Her fingers mindlessly make patterns across my skin. “Do you want out?”
“Well, I do need to shower at some point. Maybe eat. I don’t think strawberries and caramel sauce are going keep my energy up.”
I laugh and she inches up, and grants me a quick peck of her lips. “We can’t have that.”
“Not with what I have planned.”
“Shouldn’t that be my line?” I guide her in, unable to be close enough. “I had no idea you were such a nympho.”
She slaps my chest again. “I’m not,” she whines and I laugh.
“That’s alright, baby, I like it.” I kiss the top of her head and she moves to sit up. I groan, wishing she’d stay, but understanding that I can’t keep her holed up in my room all night.
She glances at her phone. “Do you have somewhere to be?”
She shakes her head. “No, just checking the time. No plans tonight.” She lays back and her head nuzzles into my neck.
I’m surprised how easy this is being with her. My incessant need to come up with an excuse to keep her by me when I used to run girls out. Sometimes I’d let them stay the night, but that was only usually when I wanted them again. Not like Paige; my own arousal peaks watching her get off instead of the other way around.
“Yes, you do.”
Her eyebrows scrunch up in confusion.
“I’m taking you to dinner.” I grab my phone from the nightstand and check to see it’s five o’clock now. “Be ready at seven.”
“Seven?” she questions, and a light glows in her eyes. I nod. “Okay.”
“Nothing fancy. Jeans will do.”
The fact I’m not taking her to some five-star restaurant doesn’t appear to bother her. She abruptly leaves my arms and begins throwing her clothes on again.
“Where are you going?” I sit up and swing my legs over the side of the bed.
“I have to get ready.” She rushes back over to me and I stand up, backing her up to the wall. “No seducing. It’s time consuming to look good.”
“Nah, I could eat you right now.” Her body shivers and I inch closer, encasing her body with mine. “You’re beautiful, every minute of every day.”
I brush my lips to hers and suck her bottom lip into my mouth, nibbling on it slightly and she moans. Breaking the kiss fast before I shove her down on the bed again, I step back. “Now, you can go.”
Her shoulders fall to the wall and her eyes are hooded with arousal. “Seriously?” She kicks off the wall, her shoes hanging from her fingers. “Tease,” she tosses over her shoulder. I smack her ass and she jumps.
“Takes one to know one.” Her head shakes in a slow motion.
“See you later.” Her eyes flow down my body and then swiftly come back, stopping right at my dick that’s about to tent my boxers. Her tongue snakes out and swipes her lips. I watch her inhale a deep breath, arching her back to stick out her tits at me.
“Get out, Paige.” I point to the door and she giggles and shoots me a cheesy grin. She got me back and we both know it.
Her hand lands on the doorknob and she creaks the door open, peering down the wall. She shakes her ass before, slipping through and leaving me.
Damn, I’m screwed.
IT’S UNUSUAL SHARING a bathroom with your date for the night. Although, after Paige showered, she’s been locked up in her room. After she snuck out, I went downstairs to find Chrissy propped up on the couch with a book between her legs. Dex was nowhere around, which hasn’t been out of the realm lately. He mentioned the other day about having to start sending resumes out and making sure after he graduates he’s set to take care of him and Chrissy. Which only makes my own mind linger about my future and what I want.
The garage is nice, but I don’t want to work on cars the rest of my life. As it is, it’s not as exciting working on my own now after working on other people’s all day. That excited flutter doesn’t fester in my stomach when I clock in anymore. Going to the auto part store is more of a task than a fun trip. Back in the day, I would stroll down each aisle, talk to the other guys about new gadgets or add-ons. Now I go in, grab my shit and leave.
Even though my dad ruined fixing cars up for me by sleeping with my Godmother, that love is still rooted inside of me and I want to carry that on someday if I’m ever blessed with a kid. Just because my dad destroyed the memories he made with me all those years growing up by refuting the man I thought he was, doesn’t mean I’ll do the same.
“What’s up?” I sink down in the chair opposite her and she glances my way.
“Hey.” She highlights a line and concentrates on her book.
“Listen.” I prop my feet on the coffee table and cross my ankles. “We have a good friendship, right?”
She inspects me from the corner of her eyes and then back down to her book.
“Yeah.”
“You would never murder me, right?” She gives me that glance from the corner of her eye again.
“No.”
“Ever?”
“No. What’s this about?” The highlighter rolls into the bind of her book and she shuts it, giving me her full attention.
“Can you leave at seven? Go over to Sadie’s.”
I’ve seen Chrissy mad, I’ve seen Chrissy sad, but I’ve never seen this side of Chrissy. Her jaw cocks to the side, her teeth grinding against each other.
“Why?” The word comes out slow.
“No murder, right?” I clarify again, but no laugh escapes her mouth.
“Rob.” She’s losing patience with me.
“I may have a date.”
“With?” She knows the answer before I expose the name. Chrissy and I have a friendship and I don’t want to ruin it by keeping Paige a secret.
“A girl.” I chuckle, she doesn’t.
“Does the girl live here?” Her eyes bore far into me; I fear lasers are about to zero in on me and fire.
“Yes.” Simple and it’s out there. Done.
“Rob, is this your sly way of asking me out?” She brings humor in, but then her face straightens. “I asked you not to touch her.”
“Chrissy.” I break the distance, moving over to the couch. I pick up the book and place it on the coffee table so I can be closer. “It’s a date, not a suck me off in my room.”
I’m honest with her because last year we bonded over her own troubles. I know she’s someone I can trust.
“You actually like her?” She’s not as angry as I feared she might be.
“Yeah.” The word is straight and low, but hopefully it reveals the conviction.
“Where are you taking her?” I want to jump up, yank her up to her feet, and wrap her in a big bear hug for not being bitchy about this.
“To Cleveland. Rock N Roll Hall of Fame Museum.” A slow smile creeps up Chrissy’s lips.
“A date. That’s perfect.”
“Really? We have to jet up there though. It’s only open until nine.”
“You figure it’s a half hour away, you’ll have an hour and a half. That’s plenty.”
“So, you aren’t mad at me?” I ask her.
She pokes her finger into my chest. “I should be. You know that, right?”
“Yeah,” I sigh.
“But you need to find love.” Her arms move to wrap around my shoulders and she kisses my cheek. “I like you like this.”
“Is this what happens when I’m gone?” Dex trudges in, eyeing me on his way to Chrissy. “Find your own girl,” he jokes and Chrissy releases me, rising to her feet up to Dex.
“Don’t worry baby, he found her.” She giggles and I get up, shaking my head.
“What? Who?” Dex holds Chrissy tight in his arms, kissing her neck.
“Paige,” Chrissy whispers loud enough for me to overhear.
“Nice, Chris.” I begin to leave the room, but I should have been prepared for a call out from Dex.
“Who would have ever guessed? Rob Winters falling for a girl? Thought I’d die before that happened.” I flip him off, not gracing him with my pissed off face.
I leave the room, not wanting to hear the bullshit from their mouths. When I run up the stairs, I hear a blow-dryer going in Paige’s room. Sneaking into the bathroom, it’s time I prepare to look mouthwateringly delicious for our date.
