damn.
Maybe we are going to the Kettle for
lunch. I’ve never been more disappointed in my life to get my way. How did
Bobby misread my not-so-subtle hints to Zoe?
He makes a sharp turn right.
I start to laugh as we whiz up the road toward
his house.
“Jerk,” I tease.
A twinkle fills his eyes. “No, not a jerk. I
waited until Jake was out of sight before I changed directions. I don’t want
them following us.”
A smile spreads across Bobby’s face and it’s so
damn sexy all I want to do is kiss him. Instead, I lay my head on his shoulder,
curling into his arm over the center console.
“Pretty sly, Bobby Rowan.”
“I am if this works. I love Zoe, but sometimes
shaking her is like trying to shake gum from your shoe.”
I laugh and kiss his arm.
There is no need to ask what he’s planning. Bobby
is pulsing with tension. My fingers move lower and he stops me before I can
brush him there.
We turn down the service alley behind his house
and he parks, his car hidden from view by the back fence.
“Are you sure you want to skip lunch?” His eyes
pin me and a thrill runs across my flesh. “You drive me out of my mind when you
look at me the way you did crossing the parking lot. All glowing and smiling
and happy to see me. It gave me a fucking hard-on before you even touched me. You
know if we go to my room you’re skipping the rest of the day, don’t you? You’re
staying here until you have to go home.”
I nod. He climbs from the driver’s seat, comes
around the car, opens my door and takes my hand.
He guides me to the gate and punches in a code to
open the gardeners’ entrance.
I watch him click it softly closed behind us.
“Pretty convenient thing that back gate. Something tells me you’ve done this
before, Bobby.”
He slants me a look. “Is that what you think?”
The gaze he fixes on me instantly quashes the
giddiness that’s claimed me since leaving school.
Fuck, I’ve pissed him off.
I shrug in a way that I hope looks indifferent,
but a blush creeps onto my cheeks. “Let’s not do that thing where we tell each
other every detail about our past sexual experiences. I so don’t want to
know how many girls you’ve been with.”
We stand in the far side of the yard, staring
into each other’s eyes, both of us weirdly frozen when only a moment ago we’d
been racing toward the pool house, hot for each other.
I shift my gaze to the ground. “Can we just do
this? I don’t want to fight.”
“Nope, not letting that one go,” he whispers.
“I’m not some asshole jerk player. You should know that by now. And if we can’t
be honest with each other about everything, then what’s the point in going any
farther, Kaley? I’d rather turn around now and drive you back to school. And
you brought it up, the sexual history question. I’m going to answer you and if
you’re cool with my answer, then we can see where we go from there. Agreed?”
Fighting to insulate myself against his change of
mood, I nod, and when he lifts a brow I say, “Yes,” but it comes out harsh and
petulant.
“I’ve done a lot of things sexually. I won’t lie
to you about that. I’m as into sex as any guy.”
Fuck.
Not the answer I wanted.
Disquieting sensations from my stomach lodge in
my throat. “I’m sure you have done a lot sexually,” I shoot back, my voice
heavy with sarcasm. “I get it. You’re a hot guy. Popular. You don’t date. But I
never thought it meant you didn’t fuck as much as you can. This is hardly a
news flash, Bobby.”
His gaze combs my face as if irritated and trying
to decide how to deal with me. I carefully avoid his eyes because I can feel
that my features are tense and awash with overly exposed hurt about hearing of
Bobby’s exploits.
Fuck, what’s wrong with me? It’s ridiculous to
get hurt because what he did before me isn’t about me, but his talking about it
is suffocating me.
Stupid, Kaley. Why did you start this?
“Whatever I’ve done doesn’t
Maybe we are going to the Kettle for
lunch. I’ve never been more disappointed in my life to get my way. How did
Bobby misread my not-so-subtle hints to Zoe?
He makes a sharp turn right.
I start to laugh as we whiz up the road toward
his house.
“Jerk,” I tease.
A twinkle fills his eyes. “No, not a jerk. I
waited until Jake was out of sight before I changed directions. I don’t want
them following us.”
A smile spreads across Bobby’s face and it’s so
damn sexy all I want to do is kiss him. Instead, I lay my head on his shoulder,
curling into his arm over the center console.
“Pretty sly, Bobby Rowan.”
“I am if this works. I love Zoe, but sometimes
shaking her is like trying to shake gum from your shoe.”
I laugh and kiss his arm.
There is no need to ask what he’s planning. Bobby
is pulsing with tension. My fingers move lower and he stops me before I can
brush him there.
We turn down the service alley behind his house
and he parks, his car hidden from view by the back fence.
“Are you sure you want to skip lunch?” His eyes
pin me and a thrill runs across my flesh. “You drive me out of my mind when you
look at me the way you did crossing the parking lot. All glowing and smiling
and happy to see me. It gave me a fucking hard-on before you even touched me. You
know if we go to my room you’re skipping the rest of the day, don’t you? You’re
staying here until you have to go home.”
I nod. He climbs from the driver’s seat, comes
around the car, opens my door and takes my hand.
He guides me to the gate and punches in a code to
open the gardeners’ entrance.
I watch him click it softly closed behind us.
“Pretty convenient thing that back gate. Something tells me you’ve done this
before, Bobby.”
He slants me a look. “Is that what you think?”
The gaze he fixes on me instantly quashes the
giddiness that’s claimed me since leaving school.
Fuck, I’ve pissed him off.
I shrug in a way that I hope looks indifferent,
but a blush creeps onto my cheeks. “Let’s not do that thing where we tell each
other every detail about our past sexual experiences. I so don’t want to
know how many girls you’ve been with.”
We stand in the far side of the yard, staring
into each other’s eyes, both of us weirdly frozen when only a moment ago we’d
been racing toward the pool house, hot for each other.
I shift my gaze to the ground. “Can we just do
this? I don’t want to fight.”
“Nope, not letting that one go,” he whispers.
“I’m not some asshole jerk player. You should know that by now. And if we can’t
be honest with each other about everything, then what’s the point in going any
farther, Kaley? I’d rather turn around now and drive you back to school. And
you brought it up, the sexual history question. I’m going to answer you and if
you’re cool with my answer, then we can see where we go from there. Agreed?”
Fighting to insulate myself against his change of
mood, I nod, and when he lifts a brow I say, “Yes,” but it comes out harsh and
petulant.
“I’ve done a lot of things sexually. I won’t lie
to you about that. I’m as into sex as any guy.”
Fuck.
Not the answer I wanted.
Disquieting sensations from my stomach lodge in
my throat. “I’m sure you have done a lot sexually,” I shoot back, my voice
heavy with sarcasm. “I get it. You’re a hot guy. Popular. You don’t date. But I
never thought it meant you didn’t fuck as much as you can. This is hardly a
news flash, Bobby.”
His gaze combs my face as if irritated and trying
to decide how to deal with me. I carefully avoid his eyes because I can feel
that my features are tense and awash with overly exposed hurt about hearing of
Bobby’s exploits.
Fuck, what’s wrong with me? It’s ridiculous to
get hurt because what he did before me isn’t about me, but his talking about it
is suffocating me.
Stupid, Kaley. Why did you start this?
“Whatever I’ve done doesn’t
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