I know, I say. and thank you for calling her. I think I need to get out of here for a while. I need to find a way to move on. I don’t think I can do that here. at least, I can’t start it here.
N . . . not sure.Want to watch a movie upstairs and sleep over again?
My heart flapped and wavered. This boy was going to be the death of me.He reached out his hand for me. No questions asked?I nodded. Just let me put on some clothes and I’ll be right up.
He looked down at my bare legs and swallowed. Good idea.I closed the door and gulped down my hesitation. No questions asked, he’d said. I threw on sweatshorts and a t-shirt over my tank. I looked in the mirror and fixed my raccoon eyes a bit. Then I threw on some lip gloss for good measure.
When Bennett pulled open his door I noticed he’d cleared off his couch and had taken some things out of boxes. His flat-screen TV and Xbox were on a walnut and glass stand, and an open box of DVDs lay directly beneath.
Your pick, he said, motioning toward the television and the movies piled high. I’ll even agree to finding a chick flick on TV—anything to make you feel comfortable tonight. I would be anything but comfortable. All of my senses were heightened around him. His lips looked yummy enough to eat. His hair was begging for my fingers to glide through it. But I needed to remember that this was probably a friendship thing. Maybe we could be buddies.Before I could say no to him for the five hundredth time this year, one of our female artists, Lila, bounced around the corner, her thick blond hair standing straight up in a perfectly sculpted fauxhawk. You know she doesn’t want to get in a car with your ass.
Right then I loved Lila with the fire of a thousand suns.I grabbed my purse from its spot on the floor just as Holly came through the door to relieve me. Dex didn’t attempt to ask again, just jerked his chin when I said, See you tomorrow.
I drove to my Mom’s house—the house I grew up in—to pick up my brother and his friend for the Panthers game.Hi, honey, my mom said after I walked through the back door to the kitchen. Cam’s just getting out of the shower. He’ll be ready in a few minutes, then we’ll go pick up Ryan.