I closed my eyes and whimpered as I gave myself to his kiss. And I swear to god I felt the earth move. Or maybe that was Dylan’s arms holding me. His hard body pressed against mine in the most delicious way. Only we had all these pesky clothes between us. More than anything, I wanted to feel him. Trace those muscles he’d teased me with after his showers. Preferably with my tongue, but I wasn’t picky.
And judging by the way his hands started to roam, he might’ve had a few highlights he wanted to check out too. I only hoped he wouldn’t be disappointed.
But it was the sound of my ringtone that broke the moment.
Dylan broke our kiss with a groan. “I know that’s not my phone. Who the fuck could be calling you right now?”
“No one important,” I murmured back, trying to chase his lips into another delicious kiss.
And then his words hit me with all the grace of a hammer.
My phone.
Dad!
I jumped off Dylan and raced over to where I’d left my backpack.
But by the time I got there, my phone had stopped ringing. I’d missed my chance.
“No one important, huh?” Dylan drawled behind me and ice ran through my veins. This was it. I had to tell him.
I’d hidden the truth long enough.
Chapter 16
Still Indy
I twisted my new phone between my fingers. I needed something—anything—to do to keep my hands busy. My eyes darted at Dylan and a sense of dread swept over me at the dead expression in his eyes. I don’t know what he was thinking, but guaranteed it wasn’t anything good.
He sat up and leaned forward, resting his clasped hands between his knees. His head was bent as he stared at his hands like they held all the answers. I might’ve taken a quick peek to make sure. But no, they were still the same strong, capable, manly hands they’d always been.
Hands that, until a few seconds ago, had been caressing me. Touching me. All over me in that way I’d dreamt about.
Until I’d ruined it.
Finally, Dylan sighed deeply and looked up at me. “Who was it? Are you in trouble?”
“What? No. I’m not. I swear I’m not—at least not in any more trouble than you already know about. Am I making any sense? I feel like I’m babbling.”
“That’s because you are.” He cocked his head. “You’re also deflecting. You haven’t answered my question. Who called you just now, Indy?”
I groaned and tapped at my phone. “I can’t be sure, but I’m pretty sure that was my dad.”
“What? That’s why you didn’t want to change your number?” Dylan jumped up from the couch and crossed the room to grab my cell phone out of my hands.
But the only thing displayed on the recent calls was a generic number.
“I don’t get it. Why do you think this number is him? You don’t even have it saved as a contact.”
I sighed. “That’s because he’s in jail.”
“Oh.” Dylan handed my phone back to me. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have just grabbed it from you.”
I shook my head. “It’s okay. I know I haven’t been upfront about my whole situation with my dad.” I cleared my throat roughly. “He didn’t just up and disappear one night. Well, technically, he just never came home that night.”
“Come here.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me gently to the sofa and sat down next to me. “It’s probably past time we talked about this. What’s going on?”
I groaned and dropped my phone on the couch so I could scrub at my stinging eyes. “I never thought I’d tell you this part. I just…I just want you to know that I don’t blame you. Anymore. I know it’s not your fault. Everything he did was of his own free will.”
