Yes, and obviously I was an idiot for believing you since it’s only been twenty-four hours and you’re already going back on your word, I tell him angrily. Get the hell out of my office and stop messing with my fucking head!
What, like you’re a relationship expert? She’d barely been back with Brett for two weeks. I was shocked he’d taken her back at all.You’re unhappy. Her eyes bored into mine, resolute to getting her point across. You deserve to be happy.
My voice softened with my temper. I don’t need a guy to make me happy. I haven’t been single since I was seventeen. These last few months have sucked, yes, but I’ve learned so much about myself that I wouldn’t have. She arched a skeptical eyebrow. No, really. I can repair a garbage disposal, and change a tire, and spend Friday night with my girlfriends or alone. I have missed Josh; I still miss him every day, but I have to be okay alone before I can ever be with someone else.So good to see my girls getting along. Mom tossed a skeptical look our way and handed me the bread bowl.You know us, April chimed in with a wink, dispelling the last of the tension.
In that moment, everything seemed so normal, so peaceful. I thought about telling Mom about Vanderbilt. It was on the tip of my tongue for the next ten minutes while we listened to the details of Gus’s science project and April prattle on about prom. When Mom asked me what I thought about my classes, I opened my mouth.The doorbell rang, and Gus was out of his seat, anxious for his friends and yanking open the door with all of his body weight.
Gus! Cool! Did you see the new Bakugan we got? The boys were immediately lost in conversation.
They looked . . . unkempt, which was saying something for the normal Pottery Barn look the Rose kids sported. Dirt covered their shirts and holes consumed the knees of their jeans. Their hair had grown long enough to brush out of their eyes.I heard a ding, and I was against the wall. My head lolled back, and Josh nipped at my neck. Chills raced down my body, followed by streaks of heat that ran straight to my thighs.
Another ding and he lifted me into his arms. His breathing was ragged, but he walked normally as he kissed me. He wasn’t winded from carrying me; he was just as lost in lust as I was. The thought turned me on to an impossible new level. I was going to catch fire at any moment.I let his mouth go once we reached his door, only to run my tongue down the salty skin of his neck. Whatever this man wore made him freaking edible. I heard a click, and we were moving again, stumbling to turn on lights. You can put me down, I suggested.
Not until you’re in my bed. His open mouth rested against my neck. God, December, you can’t know how long I’ve dreamed of having you in my bed. That earned him another soul-destroying kiss. Or earned me one, rather. Hell, we were both winners in my book.We made it through the living room and into Josh’s bedroom. He flicked on the bedside lamp, illuminating the room in a soft glow. I would have looked around if I’d really cared at that moment, but the only focus in my mind was how fast I could get him out of his clothes.