I crawl back up her body, suddenly tired, and I want to hold her. But she scoots to the side of the bed and starts to put her clothes on. “Where are you going?”
“I have to go home and get ready for your mom’s party.”
“Get ready here.” I really don’t want her to leave.
“I can’t. All my clothes are at home. And the present I got your mom is there.”
My heart clenches. “You got my mom a present?”
“Of course. It’s a birthday party, right?”
I nod. “I might be falling in love with you,” I blurt out.
She laughs and shakes her head. “I bet you say that to all the girls who give you blow jobs.”
I freeze. Because she’s wrong. So wrong. I haven’t ever said it to anyone. “No. I don’t.”
“Yeah, right.” She tosses her hair, pulling it free of her collar, and then she pulls it into a messy ponytail.
She puts her shoes on, but I can’t stand the thought of her leaving with her feeling like this, like I only said what I did because she sucked my dick, so I grab her as she walks by me and pull her back in bed, then roll her under me. “I didn’t say that because of what you did.”
She goes still beneath me. “Okay.” She avoids my eyes.
“It makes you uncomfortable when I tell you how I feel?”
“No…” But then she shakes her head. “Maybe… I don’t know.”
“I’d still be falling in love with you even if you didn’t do that.”
“Okay…”
I kiss her quickly. “I’ll show you.”
“Okay.” She nods. But she’s still being weird.
“I’ve never felt like this before,” I tell her, looking into her eyes.
“Okay.” She does that nod again, and it’s getting on my nerves, so I roll off of her and let her up. “Want me to come and pick you up? We can use my driver.”
“Sure.”
“What’s wrong?” She jabs her fists into her hips.
“Nothing.” Everything.
“You don’t want to use my driver?”
“No.” I shake my head. “That’s fine. Pick me up at noon.”
She bends over and kisses me, but I make it short. She stares at me for a moment, her gaze confused. Then she shakes it off, stands up, and leaves.
I toss my pillow at the door, and throw myself back on the bed. I have no idea what to do about how she’s acting, but I know I have to do something. Shit. I finally meet a girl I have real feelings for, and this happens. What the hell do I do now?
Lark
I open my apartment door and step inside, and freeze when I see all five of my sisters lounging around the living room. Finny raises her hands and starts to clap. It’s slow, loud, and obnoxious as hell. Heat creeps into my cheeks, but I square my shoulders and step into the room, tossing my keys onto a nearby end table.
“Congratulations,” Finny says. “You look like you knocked boots all night long.” She leans toward me and whispers loudly. “Just how big is Ryan’s dick? Inquiring minds want to know.”