Never His Girl (Kings of Cypress Prep #2) - Rachel Jonas Page 0,88
suppose a girl has to soothe her broken heart somehow, but hopefully Daddy isn’t too upset when he gets the bill from today’s shopping spree.
I mean, seriously, did you leave anything on the shelves for the rest of us?
Hopefully, you got that out of your system. We get it, your guy moved on and it stings, but get a grip! Tis the season to have a smidge of dignity, woman!
As for the rest of you, be safe out there. I hear we’re expecting several inches tomorrow evening.
Get your minds out the gutter. I’m talking about snow.
Maybe ;)
Later, Peeps!
—P
Chapter 34
BLUE
I rinse the last dish and place it on the rack to dry, just as the doorbell rings.
Shit. He’s early. I was supposed to have twenty more minutes
“I’ll get it,” Scar offers, bouncing toward the door.
Meanwhile, I’m smoothing both hands through my hair, trying to push it back into my braid. Doesn’t work even a little, but I do the best I can. It’s still jacked up from sweating during practice, seeing as how I rushed home to cook right after, thinking I’d have time to shower before West showed up. Looks like I cut it too close, though.
“It’s Shane. Can he stay and game with me?” Scars eyes are lit up while she awaits my answer.
A relieved breath leaves my mouth, realizing it isn’t West at the door.
“As long as you two stay in the living room.”
She rolls her eyes. “That’s where the game is, isn’t it?”
When I shoot her a look, she flashes a playful grin. The innocent expression doesn’t stand a chance against the memory of walking in on the two of them doing much more than playing a video game.
“I was kidding, but can he stay a while? I don’t have homework,” she whines.
She does that puppy dog thing with her eyes and I cave.
“Living room only,” I reiterate, bringing her grin back.
“I’m gonna go shower,” I announce in a hurry, already heading down the hall toward the bathroom, snatching my shirt off.
As soon as the water’s hot, I lather up my hair and body, then rinse as quickly as possible. When I’m done, I barely towel myself off before throwing on a pair of pink sweats and black sports bra. I’m moisturizing my arms and face when the Chevelle pulls up beneath the streetlight, right behind my hooptie. The visual of the two together has me laughing at the difference between West’s ride and mine.
He steps out and my eyes are glued to him. Even with it being dark outside, I have a clear visual of him in all his unearthly perfection—light-colored jeans, stylishly distressed with a hole in the knee. Gray zip-up hoodie, white Nikes that match his belt and t-shirt. His breath puffs in the air as he climbs the porch, skipping steps with his long strides.
My heart pounds to the beat of his fist against the security door. I step away from where I just gawked at him through the window, remembering I hadn’t done anything with my hair. Scar’s chatting him up for a few seconds while I rake a comb through my hair. Then, I toss it to the nightstand right before West’s at my bedroom door.
I pretend to be casual and shit, grabbing my phone to scroll social media as I drop down onto my bed, like I’d been sitting here this way the whole time.
“It’s open,” I call out.
The knob turns and in he walks, looking like a damn Abercrombie model. He smiles. I melt.
Those green eyes look me up and down, probably because I never got around to putting on a shirt over my sports bra. He scans me with a slow gaze and I’m eyeing him too, remembering how hot and heavy things got between us this morning, before we had to stop for lack of protection.
Hopefully, he didn’t make that same mistake tonight. I mean, of course we have things to talk about first, and Scar is in the living room, but we can be quick and quiet about it.
Listen to me. Plotting on his sexy ass and he hasn’t even been here a full minute yet.
One corner of his mouth curves up with a smile and the room warms a little.
“That new?” he asks, pointing toward the pink jewel in my navel.
I glance down at it, too, shaking my head. “No, just one you haven’t seen before.”
His chest moves when he nods, drawing in a slow breath. I feel him struggling, knowing we have something serious