Test Drive - Samantha Chase Page 0,48
Donna, and Jen, where you would think it was Halloween, but…it wasn’t.”
Levi pulled back and looked at her in shock. “No way! There is no way you were goth. I don’t believe it.”
“The next time the girls and I come into McGee’s, ask them. I think Donna even has one of the pictures on her phone.”
“Oh, believe me, I am totally asking her that.”
Resting her head on his shoulder, she asked, “Do you believe in fortune tellers or psychics or tarot cards?”
“Not quite the direction I thought we were going in, but…okay.” He sighed. “I’ve never had any personal contact with anyone who claims to be…what’s the word…clairvoyant, but I think it’s possible. What about you?”
“I totally believe in them.”
“Really?”
She nodded. “A friend of mine took me to get my cards read when we were in college and it was so spot-on. Not the usual generalization that you hear about, but a lot of specifics. But then I went to one on my own back home and it was a total waste of money. She was so off on everything that I almost left in the middle of the reading.”
“Why, what did she say?”
“That I was going to be a lawyer because I like to argue. That is the total opposite of who I am. If anything, I never make waves.”
Kissing her forehead, he said, “Well, no one’s right all the time. Maybe she was just having an off day.”
“Maybe. Still, it was very disappointing.”
Sort of like how you can lie here with me half-naked in your arms and not even remotely try to cop a feel…
“What were you hoping to find out?” he asked after a few moments.
“To know that I’m not going to grow old alone,” she admitted and immediately wanted to kick herself. “To see if maybe she could give me some hope that I was going to figure out what I was going to do with my life.”
“Willow…”
Yeah, yeah, yeah…no negative or deep thoughts…
“She wouldn’t give me the winning lottery numbers either, so that didn’t seem fair. She could have lied and said it was possible…”
“I think I’d probably spend the first few minutes trying to prove they were a fraud–like thinking crazy shit and then asking them to tell me what I was thinking.”
“So you don’t really believe.”
He shrugged. “Like I said, I don’t have any experience with them to make that call.”
She opted to leave out the part that she was supposed to meet the love of her life when she was at her lowest point and then have three kids. No need to freak him out.
Besides, how much lower can my life get?
Although…she peeked up at Levi and wondered if he could possibly be the love of her life. With a quiet sigh, she immediately pushed that thought aside. How can someone be the love of your life when they’re obviously just a good guy helping a friend out? That was friendship, not love.
Maybe she was getting too confused by this whole situation. Lines were getting blurred, but…if all she had was this week with him, did she really want to waste it talking herself out of what she wanted most?
They lay there in companionable silence, and Willow snuggled closer, enjoying the warmth of his body, the feel of his scratchy jaw…pretty much everything about him.
What’s not to like? He’s a good friend, an excellent fake boyfriend, he put up with the craziness that is my family and the Romeos…
She knew they had discussed this–all the reasons why fooling around beyond what they had done last night would be wrong. This was her grandmother’s house and all, but…
Shifting a little, she rubbed her legs against his until they were tangled together, and with a soft hum, she placed a hand on his chest.
“Willow…” His voice was barely a whisper, and she couldn’t tell if it was a warning or a plea.
Tilting her head, she looked up at him, she cupped his jaw and saw him swallow hard. “We could talk about our first crushes, or we could maybe…stop talking.”
His eyes closed as her fingers caressed his jaw, his lips.
“It’s your call, Levi.”
“No fair, Willow. You know I want you. I’ve wanted you for a long time.”
She gasped. “Really?”
He nodded before slowly moving forward until Willow rolled onto her back. “Yeah. Really.” Then his lips claimed hers and she was more than okay with waiting to ask any more questions–even though she suddenly felt like she had a million of them. Raking her hands