“Goodnight, Wesley,” she finally says over her shoulder. “Try not to get arrested on the way home.”
She’s asking for it, and I can’t help myself. “No promises, Grilled Cheese Girl.”
She freezes.
Slowly, she looks back at me with one eyebrow arched. “You areneverletting that go, are you?”
“Not a chance,” I reply cockily. “It’s part of our history, GCG.”
She shakes her head, but there’s the faintest twitch at the corner of her mouth, hinting at a smile that refuses to form.
I almost got her there. Almost.
“Drive safe,” she mutters, then slams the passenger door, refusing to look back.
She wouldn’t have said that if she didn’t care about me just a little. Whether she wants to admit it or not, there’s still something brewing between us.
Rich moves to the passenger seat and grins. “Damn, you’d think she’d hate you less after not seeing you for a few years.”
I stare straight ahead. “Yeah.”
He grins. “You still love her, don’t you?”
“Shut the fuck up, Rich.”
He chuckles, shaking his head a few times before he says, “Just like old times.”
But I don’t want this to be like old times. I want something different… something true… something forever with Poppy.
The sad part is, she’ll never give it to me.
Chapter Seven
Poppy
My heart stumbles a bit before racing uncontrollably inside my chest. Once inside my house, I rest my back against the front door, breathing uneven, my cheeks warm with both frustration and confusion.
Wesley… my Wesley.
I haven’t seen him since prom night, and damn does he look hot as hell now. He’s filled out and even gotten a bit taller. Where did all those muscles come from? And those tattoos? I can’t pretend I didn’t see them. They were slapped all over his skin like inky little stickers.
The door to the backroom opens, and my sister, dressed to impress, comes gliding out of the room with the hugest smile on her face.
“Hey, Poppy, how was your date? Did Amber and your date’s friend hit it off?”
Shaking my head, I move toward the center of the room, knowing this is a conversation that needs to be had, but won’t be pretty. “Not exactly.”
She frowns. “Oh? I thought you said he was hot?”
“He is. He’s also a misogynistic man pig who has mommy issues.”
Her laughter fills the room. “Sounds perfect for her.” Pippa throws herself onto one of the couches and sighs. “At least she and Eddie are over with.”
Chomping down on my bottom lip, I worry it between my teeth. “Well, that’s not exactly true, either.”
She sits up straighter, eyes narrowing into slits. “What’s that mean?”
“Can I ask you something first?” My fingers grab the bottom of my dress, pulling at the hem.
