I’m clever like that.
Reluctantly, I pull away and take a step back. “I’m nervous.”
“Babe,” Lucky says softly. Bending down so we’re eye to eye, he adds, “You’re going to be amazing.”
I hate it when he calls me babe, because I know it doesn’t mean anything, but I really wish it did.
“Well, I don’t know about that.”
“Hey, Morrissey.”
I quickly turn to see who just said that. Oh, it’s just my annoying neighbor. The same guy who plays video games online all night long. Loudly. “Oh, hey, Matt.”
“Lookin’ good, Becks.” He points and winks.
Turning back to Lucky, I roll my eyes.
In a deep, rather angry voice, Lucky asks, “Who was he?”
“Neighbor.”
“Oh, yeah? You hang out with him?”
“Sometimes.” We’ve had them over for pizza, and they’ve had us over to watch a game. “They live next door.”
“I don’t like him.” Lucky’s still glaring at the front door to building number two. “You should probably stay away from that guy.”
Weird. “Sure, Lucky.” I smile because I’m not sure what else to do. “Well, I’d better get going. I really do have a paper to write.”
“Sure,” Lucky says with a weak smile. “See you soon, Becklyn.”
Wow, that almost sounded like a threat.
A threat I’d welcome, to be honest.
What?
Oh, I know what you’re thinking, but all I can say is, a girl doesn’t get over her first love so easily. At least not this girl.
Still, I need to remember everything that went down last spring and how it all made me feel. Recalling it may make me stronger. At least strong enough not to get caught up in Lucky again.
17
Lucky
I’m in trouble.
I stayed away from her all summer. Hell, since last April. Kissing her was the worst idea I’ve ever had, because once I got a taste of her, I didn’t want to stop.
And now, here she is with that curvy little bod in her tight jeans and fitted top with the sexiest fucking hair I’ve ever seen. All I want to do is throw her over my shoulder and take her to my bed. I want to kiss, touch, and lick every fucking inch of her. And after we’re done, I want to wrap every little ringlet of hair around my fingers just to feel the softness and watch them spring back into place.
Jesus. Her face.
So. Fucking. Beautiful.
I’m so screwed.
Joe’s gonna kill me, but I can’t wait any longer. I’ve put off the inevitable for too long. For him. For our friendship. He’s been my best friend since I moved down the street from the Morrisseys. Hell, Mrs. M. and Billy are like parents to me. Honestly, I have no idea how they’d react to the news I’ve had a thing for their youngest child for as long as I can remember.
