Always You (Love Hurts 1)

“Will I see you tomorrow?” I asked.

He glanced at me, confused.

“The movie,” I reminded him.

He exhaled loudly. “Do you think that’s a good idea?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Maybe not, but I think we need to talk about this . . . ” My voice trailed off as he nodded.

“I’ll call you.” His voice had softened, as had his expression. His eyes were no longer hard.

I nodded and got out of the car, closing the door. He drove off, and I stood there on the curb, staring until I could no longer see his taillights. Once he was gone, I stepped into my car.

I sat there, trying to digest what had just happened. Kissing him had evoked everything in me. It felt like a hurricane of feelings and emotions had ripped through my body, leaving me a muddled mess inside.

I reached into my purse and pulled out my phone. It had been on silent since I’d arrived at the theater. There were six missed calls from Kassia, and countless texts, all conveying the same message; call me.

I dialed her number. She answered on the first ring.

“Where the hell have you been?” she shrieked loudly.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, alarmed at her tone.

“What’s wrong? Fuck, Wrenn. If you’re going to tell your aunt you’re going out with me, at least clue me in on it.” She sounded frustrated and annoyed.

Shit.

I hadn’t even considered the fact that Layna was friends with Kass’s parents.

“Shit, it didn’t even occur to me,” I groaned, slapping my forehead.

“It’s okay. This time. I covered for you. I’m sitting in a diner just out of town, freezing my ass off for you. You so owe me,” she grumbled. “Get your ass over here now.”

***

I slid into the booth opposite Kass, handing her my spare jacket. She took it gratefully and slipped it on.

“You so owe me a dessert,” she grumbled, still pissed.

I smiled. “Sure. Get whatever you want.” I sat back, running over the night in my head. That kiss . . . I shivered as chills danced down my spine.

“Oh, I plan on it.” She reached for the menu to survey her options. “So, spill.”

“Huh?”

“Where were you, and who didn’t you want your aunt to know you were with? And don’t even try to lie to me,” she warned, her brown eyes narrowing.

I glanced around the empty diner, fighting myself on how much to tell her. I could trust Kass, and I needed to tell someone. I was desperate for someone else’s opinion, and there was nobody who would give it to me straighter than Kass.

“Promise this doesn’t go further than you and me,” I said, leaning across the booth.

She did the same. “I promise,” she said, her eyes wide.

“Okay. I was with Dalton.”

She looked confused, so I added “Reid.”

Her eyes grew even wider. “As in . . . ”