and that’s just a fact, and that’s what this comes down to.”
I have to secretly admit to myself that the idea of having Skyler on my arm at social events would be a dream come true, with us both having bright futures in the biz, but I remind myself that regardless of whether she becomes a model, or a doctor, she’d be by my side anyway. It’s just the potential of that particular scenario that makes me a little more stoked.
“I love you,” she breathes out, and it washes over me like warm summer rain.
“I love you, too.”
“I wish you were home to tuck me in.”
I grin. “Babe, if I were home I’d be doing a lot more than tucking you in.”
Her rewarding, girly laughter that she saves just for me stirs my soul in such away that I ache to be near her, and I’m tempted to tell her so, finding that “the Big Apple” is a lonely city at the moment.
I imagine Skyler’s naked body tangled around her cloud-white sheets, her dark hair splayed out on her pillows, and her pink pouty lips opened enough to allow her shallow breaths to calm her after a night of lovemaking. That’s the image I’ll fall asleep to tonight.
How can she make me crazy for her three thousand miles away?
“Come home to me now,” she begs.
“I’ll be home soon enough, and you can plan on me showing you just how much I’m missing you.”
“You’re such a sap.”
“Would you have me any other way?”
“I’d like to have you many ways, actually.”
That’s my girl.
Chapter 8
Skyler
I twirl Gio’s card in my hand after pulling it from my backpack. I had hidden it there until I might need it again, but now with days gone by, I fear I might lose it.
Gio’s home address and number are in shiny black ink on an off-white card stock. I can’t imagine having Gio’s magnitude of fame and putting my most personal information on a business card. He must not give this card out to many people.
I place the card in my wallet. My earlier call with Gio needs to leave my mind. For now, I have way bigger things to take care of. My heart picks up pace at the thought, and my knees wobble anxiously.
I look at my cell phone for the time. Blake should’ve been home over twenty minutes ago. He was so busy texting me while in the JFK airport that his cell phone died. I checked flight times online, and he landed over thirty minutes ago.
As if I had summoned my boyfriend, I hear keys at the front door. I fling my body down the stairs, nearly tripping halfway down.
I see Josh’s broad frame first, and although I’m not upset to see him, it isn’t him I can’t wait to lay my eyes on.
Seconds later, Blake trails behind him, his eyes find me instantly. My feet can’t help but pick up their pace.
Blake blurts out for my brother’s ears, “Avert your eyes, Josh.”
Josh swivels around, “What? Why?”
However, it’s too late. My mouth stretches wide as I commit to a full sprint, and leap into Blake’s arms, causing his luggage, backpack, and carry-on to clatter onto the floor as he catches me. His deep laughter ignites that familiar buzz to roll through my body.
I crash my lips to his as if he’s oxygen. His lips feel even better than I remember. They lift my soul from whatever depths it’s been lagging in all week.
Josh gags. “Is that necessary? I don’t even get a hello,” he huffs.
I’m too busy wrapping my arms tightly around Blake’s neck as his grip on my thighs tightens in unison.
“Welcome home.” I breathe quietly between kisses.
“I like this coming-home party,” he replies.
Not letting me go, he begins his strides to his bedroom.
Surprising me, Vanessa appears behind Blake. She’s laughing as she enters, walking over to be at Josh’s side as she says, “C’mon Josh, just let it go.”
I yelp as Blake’s hands give me a tighter squeeze, as if to goad my brother’s rising temper, but for once I don’t care.
By the time I open my eyes I only get one brief glimpse of Josh’s glare before a
I have to secretly admit to myself that the idea of having Skyler on my arm at social events would be a dream come true, with us both having bright futures in the biz, but I remind myself that regardless of whether she becomes a model, or a doctor, she’d be by my side anyway. It’s just the potential of that particular scenario that makes me a little more stoked.
“I love you,” she breathes out, and it washes over me like warm summer rain.
“I love you, too.”
“I wish you were home to tuck me in.”
I grin. “Babe, if I were home I’d be doing a lot more than tucking you in.”
Her rewarding, girly laughter that she saves just for me stirs my soul in such away that I ache to be near her, and I’m tempted to tell her so, finding that “the Big Apple” is a lonely city at the moment.
I imagine Skyler’s naked body tangled around her cloud-white sheets, her dark hair splayed out on her pillows, and her pink pouty lips opened enough to allow her shallow breaths to calm her after a night of lovemaking. That’s the image I’ll fall asleep to tonight.
How can she make me crazy for her three thousand miles away?
“Come home to me now,” she begs.
“I’ll be home soon enough, and you can plan on me showing you just how much I’m missing you.”
“You’re such a sap.”
“Would you have me any other way?”
“I’d like to have you many ways, actually.”
That’s my girl.
Chapter 8
Skyler
I twirl Gio’s card in my hand after pulling it from my backpack. I had hidden it there until I might need it again, but now with days gone by, I fear I might lose it.
Gio’s home address and number are in shiny black ink on an off-white card stock. I can’t imagine having Gio’s magnitude of fame and putting my most personal information on a business card. He must not give this card out to many people.
I place the card in my wallet. My earlier call with Gio needs to leave my mind. For now, I have way bigger things to take care of. My heart picks up pace at the thought, and my knees wobble anxiously.
I look at my cell phone for the time. Blake should’ve been home over twenty minutes ago. He was so busy texting me while in the JFK airport that his cell phone died. I checked flight times online, and he landed over thirty minutes ago.
As if I had summoned my boyfriend, I hear keys at the front door. I fling my body down the stairs, nearly tripping halfway down.
I see Josh’s broad frame first, and although I’m not upset to see him, it isn’t him I can’t wait to lay my eyes on.
Seconds later, Blake trails behind him, his eyes find me instantly. My feet can’t help but pick up their pace.
Blake blurts out for my brother’s ears, “Avert your eyes, Josh.”
Josh swivels around, “What? Why?”
However, it’s too late. My mouth stretches wide as I commit to a full sprint, and leap into Blake’s arms, causing his luggage, backpack, and carry-on to clatter onto the floor as he catches me. His deep laughter ignites that familiar buzz to roll through my body.
I crash my lips to his as if he’s oxygen. His lips feel even better than I remember. They lift my soul from whatever depths it’s been lagging in all week.
Josh gags. “Is that necessary? I don’t even get a hello,” he huffs.
I’m too busy wrapping my arms tightly around Blake’s neck as his grip on my thighs tightens in unison.
“Welcome home.” I breathe quietly between kisses.
“I like this coming-home party,” he replies.
Not letting me go, he begins his strides to his bedroom.
Surprising me, Vanessa appears behind Blake. She’s laughing as she enters, walking over to be at Josh’s side as she says, “C’mon Josh, just let it go.”
I yelp as Blake’s hands give me a tighter squeeze, as if to goad my brother’s rising temper, but for once I don’t care.
By the time I open my eyes I only get one brief glimpse of Josh’s glare before a
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