Out of the corner of my eye, I catch Sarah singing. “You know this song?”
“Yeah. I used to listen to My Darkest Days, so I followed them when they started the new band after Matt Walst left.”
I’m stunned to silence. I expect people to know band names and even song titles, but I don’t know many people who care enough to actually know the intricacies of band members and following those members when bands breaks up, only to create new ones.
I try to keep my eyes on the road as I also stare at her in shock.
She drops her shoulder, giving me a deadpan expression. “Why are you so surprised I know that?” My eyebrows rise, and a genuine, deep belly laugh escapes her sexy lips. “I’m not everything you see.”
A grin spreads across my face. “I can tell, and believe me, it makes me want to see more.”
Her cheeks flush, and I squeeze her hand tighter.
As we get off the freeway, Cailin wakes up, yawning as she asks, “Are we home yet?”
“Almost,” I say. “We have to take Sarah home first.”
“How come she can’t just stay with us? Have a sleepover?” Cailin whines as I hear Sarah choke on the water she was drinking.
I wink in her direction while responding. “Maybe another time, but not tonight.”
Sarah covers her mouth as she coughs harder.
When I pull into her complex, she says goodbye to Cailin as I open the door. “Stay right here, okay, sweetheart? I’m just going to make sure Sarah makes it up to her apartment.” I put on a song Cailin likes and close the door before rushing to Sarah’s side.
Sarah drops her water bottle when she sees me appear on the opposite side of the truck. After leaning down to pick it up, she fidgets with her hair, making sure it’s smooth and in place.
“You don’t have to walk me up. I’ll be fine,” she says, looking everywhere but at me.
I reach for her fingers, lacing them with mine. “I want to.”
Her eyes meet mine, and I nod my head toward her door.
“Thank you again for inviting me,” she says as we stroll in the direction of her place.
“We’ll have to plan something again soon.”
Her lips tug up to a smile. “I’d like that.”
We reach her door, and she takes out her keys, unlocking it but not pushing it open. Instead, she pauses and glances up at me, waiting for what I’m going to say.
I step closer, so our bodies are inches apart. “I’m not going to rush this.”
Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t say anything.
“I’ve been with girls I never wanted, but I’ve never been with anyone I actually wanted a future with, especially this bad. I don’t want to screw this up. I’m going to kiss you though.”
I run my fingers across the nape of her neck. Her pulse is thumping out of control. Mine feels the same way.
I slowly lean in. “Is that okay with you?”
Her lids close as she nods ever so slightly. Her scent is the first thing I notice as I take her in—cherries, vanilla, and so fucking mine.
Our mouths brush against each other as I hold her in place. Her lips parting slightly, I lick them, seeing if she’ll invite me in. When she does, I have to hold my breath and make myself not take more than she’s willing to give me right now as our first kiss.
I wasn’t kidding. I want to take this slow. I want to do this right.
It takes everything I have to pull back as I place my forehead to hers. “Slowly,” I whisper more to myself than anything else.
