“Well, part of me keeps expecting her to cancel the whole thing. But she hasn’t, so it’s time to put it on the calendar, even though I don’t know the groom. If she’s happy, that’s all that matters, right?”
“I guess.” The look on her face doesn’t match her words. “But I’m kind of hating wedding shit right now, so I’m probably not the best person to give an opinion on it.”
“Bean’s mom being a pain in the ass again?”
She rolls her eyes. “Always. The latest fight is about the food options. Next week, I’m sure it’ll be the cake or napkins or my dress again.”
“Have they still not picked a damn dress for you?” She really did wear red the day after her friend got engaged, andthen pink the next, in an attempt to prove that they clash with her hair. I thought she looked beautiful in both.
“Oh, they did. But it’s been changed three times already. The latest is actually a really pretty blue that I’m hoping sticks.”
“I love blue. Fingers crossed. Toes, too.”
She laughs and tucks her arm through mine. She’s only done that a few times, but it always makes my heart race.
“I swear, no one else ever believes me about you being a goofball.”
“You bring it out in me.”
“Someone has to. It’s just simmering there under the surface, waiting to be unleashed.”
Fuck, that’s not the only thing waiting to be unleashed. It’s taken tremendous effort to keep my dick under control all night, and with her touching me, it’s a fucking battle.
When we stop in front of her building, I help her out of the car and then walk her to her door.
“Thanks for the ride. I’ll see you in the morning.” She stretches up onto her tiptoes and kisses my cheek before disappearing into her apartment as her own cheeks darken.
She’s never done that before. I lightly touch my fingertips to where her lips pressed against my skin for just a moment, sealing the invisible mark there permanently like my own secret tattoo.
I always have to talk myself out of following her in, but tonight, I almost throw all caution aside. It takes far more effort than normal to turn and walk away.
Like most nights I spend around Amelia, when I get home, I head straight for the shower. Cold water doesn’t do shit anymore. I’m painfully hard by the time I step under the spray because I can’t get that kiss on the cheek, her perfectly messy hair, her sparkling blue eyes, and now that tattoo out of myhead. I stroke my cock, imagining it’s her hand doing so, hearing her say my name breathlessly like she did when she first saw me tonight, over and over as she orgasms. I drop my head back and come all over the shower wall, yelling her name louder than I ever have before.
It barely takes the edge off.
Chapter 7
Yogurt is bullshit
July
Amelia
Iclose my eyes and tilt my chin up, letting the sunshine hit my face. When a shadow falls over me, I know without looking that it’s Alex.
“You’re going to get sunburnt. Again.” His voice sends tingles throughout my body.
Swallowing my mouthful of yogurt and granola parfait, I open my eyes just to roll them at him. “One time, Alex. I got sunburnt out hereonetime.” And now all the tables on the balcony have umbrellas.
He stands there, an eyebrow raised and a stern look on his face. I huff and scoot my chair over until I’m in the shade.
“Happy now?”
“Incredibly,” he deadpans, making me laugh. “Mind if I join you?”
“Am I correct in assuming that one of those is for me?” I point my spoon at the cups in the paper tray he’s holding.
“Lukewarm peppermint white mocha, even though it’s July and hot as hell.”
