The Guidance - By Marley Gibson Page 0,66

again to nip at my lips and continue our soulbonding kiss.

Everything's going just fine until his hands move lower on my belly, dangerously close to the snap of my jeans. Then—pop!—the first button fly is loose. I'm exhilarated! I'm scared shitless! I don't know if I'm ready to take this to the next level with Jason. Certainly not with my little sister and her best friend upstairs. We've only been dating a couple of months after all, and we haven't really had a lot of quality time together. But I am enjoying the sensations rippling through me. Things I've never felt before.

Right now, I'm not a psychic, a sensitive, or a ghost huntress. I'm just Kendall, Jason's girlfriend.

Maybe one more button, but I won't let it go any further.

Then Jason reels back. "Ouch!"

My eyes jerk open. "What?"

"Shit, Kendall! Why'd you pull my hair?"

"I didn't." Did I? I mean, my fingers were woven into his soft tresses at one point, though I don't remember tugging on them. In fact, I know I didn't.

His eyes are dark as he peers down at me. He looks perturbed.

"I would have stopped. All you had to do was say so," he says, releasing a pent-up sigh.

"I swear, I didn't pull your hair. One of my hands was on your back and the other was ... well, it was sort of on your butt." The heat of my blush raises my temperature to a feverish degree.

Jason sits up and reaches to the floor for his hoodie. Suddenly, he falls off the couch and hits the hardwood floor with a resounding boom.

"Damn it! Why'd you go and do that?"

I scramble up and rebutton my jeans. Diving for the nearest light, I turn it on and look around to see if Kaitlin's in here mucking with us. "I swear I didn't do anything, Jason. Maybe you just slid off."

He stuffs his arms into his zip-up and huffs at me. "I got kicked off the couch and you know it! What's the deal, Kendall? I thought we were having a good time."

"We were!"

I'm perplexed about why this is happening. We were making out and getting in to each other, and it's like my parents walked in and caught us in the act of—

Suddenly, it's very clear to me.

Emily.

"Emily! You're intruding."

He was taking advantage of you, Kendall.

"Oh my God! It's not taking advantage when I'm going along with it. You know, the whole takes-two-to-tango thing?" And baby, we were tangoing.

Jason runs his hands through his mussed hair. "I don't believe this. You're talking to your ghost, aren't you?"

"Emily pulled your hair and kicked you, Jason. Not me. She's really protective of me."

"Are you kidding?" he asks derisively. "You don't need protection from me. I love you!"

"I love you, too. Emily, leave us alone, please!"

The boy wanted to have his way with you.

"So what?" Not that I was gonna go all the way or anything.

Don't make the same mistake I made.

"What mistake was that?"

"I'm not a mistake," Jason says.

"I wasn't talking to you."

Jason jams his feet into his sneakers, not even bothering to untie them first. "Great. Now you're talking to her instead of me, or whoever. I can't do this, Kendall. Either you're with me or you're with your ghost friends."

"Jason, please. I'm finally getting some clues on who Emily is and trying to—"

"I don't want to hear it, Kendall." He snatches the keys to his Jeep off the top of our piano, which is by the front door. "Call me when you have time for me, okay?"

"Jason, don't leave!"

Too late. I'm staring at his back, and then the door slams shut.

If I weren't so pissed off, I'd cry.

Emily, I swear to God ...

Don't do that, Kendall. I was just protecting you.

"Look, ghost! I already have a mother. I don't need another guardian."

I have to watch out for you, Kendall ...

"Umm, no, you don't. I didn't ask for you to be in my life and I didn't request that you run my boyfriend off. Thanks for ruining my night."

Please don't be that way. I only did what I thought was right. Boys get carried away and girls are too emotional to stop them ...

I grab my hair, wanting to jerk every strand out of my head from frustration. "Ugh! Why don't you find someone else to haunt, Emily."

With that, I storm up the stairs, bang the door to my room shut ... and I do cry.

Sunday morning, I have a heartache hangover. I tried calling Jason last night, but it