Starlee's Turn (The Wayward Sons 2)

I smile and then squeal when his lips connect with the sensitive spot on my neck and I jump, leaping into his arms. My legs, dripping and wet, wrap around his waist.

“Oh my god,” I breathe, feeling the cool air slap my bare, wet legs. “It’s so cold.”

His eyes twinkle when he says, “I’ll warm you up.”

“Promise?”

He rubs his nose against mine. “Anything you want, Starlee Jones. Anything you want.”

We kiss again, under a star-filled night, both cold from the air and wet from being silly. There isn’t anything I want from Jake Hollingsworth more than what he’s giving me right now. His light, his laughter, and what I hope is a piece of his amazing heart.

30

Dexter

“You look exhausted,” Starlee says, easing into her seat at the lunch table. She’s the first one here.

“Thanks.”

She gives me a sympathetic look. “I know you’ve been working hard at the shop. Did you get all your homework done?”

“Barely. I read the AP Lit assignment while baking pumpkin bread.”

“Did you say pumpkin bread?” George asks, crashing into his chair. It falls over and he picks it up. “I dreamed about pumpkin bread.”

“Because I was baking it all night,” I say.

Jake and Charlie walk up. Charlie asks, “What’s going on?”

“Talking about pumpkin bread,” George says.

“And how awful I look,” I reply, rubbing the stubble on my chin. I’m growing it out for my Halloween costume.

“I said exhausted,” Starlee reiterates. “I did not say awful.”

“It’s kind of the same thing,” Jake says, giving Starlee a wink. They’ve been filled with giddiness since the party last weekend. Which is fine. Good even, but I am tired and I do miss spending time alone with Starlee. The crackdown at the house by Sierra is making me a little crazy.

We spend the rest of lunch discussing the football game on Friday night, our costumes for the dance, and theories on what the hell is going on with Dean on Supernatural.

“I think the demon is still inside him,” Charlie says.

“What? No,” Starlee says. “He’s good again. Not bad.”

“We’ll see,” Jake mumbles through a mouthful of chips. “Something’s not right.”

After lunch I grab her in the hall, tugging her by the lockers. “Hey.”

“What’s up?” Her eyes search mine.

“Any chance you could come hang with me while I bake tonight?”

She smiles. “I think I could do that. Sierra is going to help me with my costume but after that I should be free.”

“Awesome.” A group of students walk by. None pay us much attention. “Any more problems with Christina?”

“No. I’m not sure if she’s heard about me and Jake going to the dance together, but that hasn’t stopped her campaign for King and Queen.”

“Yeah I heard some people talking about that, too.”