Kiss and Break Up - Ella Fields Page 0,94
as I rounded the coffee table to Mom, who was fishing in her purse for her wallet.
“Don’t get too crazy,” she warned. “What are you guys seeing?”
“Some romantic comedy.”
Mom raised a brow. “You hate those.”
“Daphne’s idea.” I sighed, slipping the card and photo inside the breast pocket of my blouse. “We’re grabbing some tacos, so don’t worry about dinner for me.”
“Tacos?” May perked up. “I haven’t had a taco in years. We should get some. Do they deliver?” she asked Mom, already googling on her phone.
Mom smiled at me with a look that said she’d explain later.
“Uber eats,” I told May.
“Uber what now?” She furrowed her brows, her long nails tapping over her phone screen.
“A driver will pick up your order and bring it to you,” Mom informed.
May’s mouth gaped. “That is genius. Why haven’t I heard of this before?”
I shook my head, smiling at the ground as I went to leave. “Well, have a good after—what are these?” A stack of applications laid on the glass coffee table. I must have missed them in my first quick assessment.
“Dash’s college applications,” May said. “Would you mind checking them? He’s been adamant he only applies for the schools you plan to apply for, so it’s best to be sure.”
My heart stopped as I picked them up and began sifting through the pages.
All three applications were for schools I’d told him I wanted to attend. One local to us, Gray Springs, and one in New York.
“Looks fine to me.” I set them down in a messy heap and exited the room. “See you later, Mom.”
May hummed. “Are they still fighting?”
I didn’t catch Mom’s response, too intent on getting out of there before the tears finally escaped.
Jumping into my boots, I raced for my car and stumbled slightly when I saw Dash leaning against the driver’s side door. “Told you I’m faster.”
He had one foot tucked behind the other and wore no shirt, his black sweatpants hanging low on his sharply defined hips. His stomach contracted as he pushed off my car, taking a slow step forward in his slippers. “Did you think you could come here, and I wouldn’t know?”
“How did you know?” I asked, trying to blanket the emotion that’d almost split me in two mere seconds ago.
He huffed, scratching at the stubble growing in beneath his chin. “I feel it every time you enter a room, Freckles. Quit being foolish.”
“I’m not the fool. You are.”
“I’ve been the biggest kind of fool. The worst.” His teeth dragged over his lip, and my breath plumed, rushing out of me as I stared. “Where are you going?”
“That’s none of your business.”
A brow lifted, and he crossed his arms over his chest, making the muscles in his arms appear even bigger. “Well, I’ve got no place to be. My girl keeps bailing on me, so I’ll just wait right here until she opens her pretty mouth and tells me what she’s up to.”
“I’m not your girl.”
“Then quit looking at my body like you want to lick it.”
I coughed out a laugh, then dragged my eyes from his smooth looking skin. “You’re so full of yourself.”
“You can be full of me too, if you’d just forgive me.”
My stomach heated. “You did not just say that.”
His teeth flashed, lips curving into his right cheek. “I’ll say it again for those hard of hearing.” His voice rose to a shout. “You can be—”
I slammed against him, shoving my hand over his mouth. His tongue swiped over it, his eyes glittering blue jewels pressed between entrancing lashes. “Stop this, right now.”
I realized my mistake when his arms circled me, holding me tight to his body. My hand dropped to his chest as I tried to push off him. “I’ll ask one more time before I wrestle your keys from you. Where are you going that’s so important you had to come and get your Dad’s credit card?”
Damn him for knowing every fucking thing. “To the movies.”
He tutted, his eye twitching as his hold tightened. My breasts squished into his warm chest, and all I could smell was that clean soapy scent mingling with the fading aftershave on his skin. “Over my dead body. With whom?”
Overheating. I was overheating, and I had to go. “Daphne.”
He didn’t release me. His hand drifted to my chin, tilting it for his mouth to lower over. “I think I’ll come with you to make sure you’re not lying.”
Oh, my God. I had to end this because he would. I knew he would. “I