I still don’t know what the hell Ashley and I are in terms of an official label, but I know one thing—I can’t wait to see her when we get home.
CHAPTERTWENTY-EIGHT
Ashley
“What do you think?” I ask Louie as she stretches out on the bed.
She huffs and turns around three times before settling with her face away from me.
I can’t say I blame her for being exasperated.
I’ve changed my outfit three times.
Ripped jeans?Too high school.They went into the dresser.
Maxi dress?Too summery. I took it off.
Yoga pants and a t-shirt?Too casual. They went back into the closet.
“I’ve got it,” I say to Louie’s back. “The final outfit. You’ll see.”
I change, and even Louie meows her approval.
Button-down cream shirt and jeans.Perfect.
Mood?Sexy casual.
Okay, maybe not as casual as I should be.
My heart is feeling pretty vulnerable tonight.
With each phone call from Jared this past week, I opened up a little more.
And tonight, I’m finding it hard to stay guarded. I’m not sure I even want to protect my heart anymore.
I hear the truck pull into the gravel drive.
“J’s home!” I say to Louie.
I sprint out of the bedroom and fling open the front door.
“Whoa!” Jared says in surprise as I hurl myself into his arms.
“Hey. I missed you.”
He smells so good, like soap and ice and him.
“Missed you too.” He wraps his arms around me and puts his mouth over mine.
Our kiss is sooo tender. At first.
Then it turns urgent. A little desperate.
A lot hot.
Jared is the best kisser.
Thebest.
