Falling for Fallon (Oak Hill 2)

I breathed out of my nose, trying to get a grasp on my heart from the mere thought of Fallon coming over to hang out.

My phone buzzed again.

Fallon: Wait… Idk where I’m going.

I chuckled.

Me: It’s Emmett. I’ll send you a pin… but are you sure you wanna come? You’ve been avoiding me after our last… run-in.

Fallon: Yes… I wasn’t avoiding you. I was trying to get myself together.

Me: So… still friends? ; )

Fallon: FRIENDS… yes. Only friends. Be there soon.

I sighed, clicking my phone off. The way she capitalized friends set a whole lot of annoyance through my body.

Fallon showed up to Dawson’s ten minutes after texting me. It took nearly an hour to get from Chestnut Springs to Oak Hill, so when I heard the gent

le knock on the front door, I was instantly confused.

I quickly sprang to my feet and dashed to the door. I swung it open and stood back with my eyebrow raised. Fallon’s cheeks were painted with an adorable shade of red, and her lips were smashed together, holding back that beautiful smile she had.

“How did you get here so fast? I know that baby is fast as fuck,” I pointed my head to her Maserati, “but Fallon… there’s no way you made it here from Chestnut Springs that quickly.”

Her cheeks flushed an even darker shade of red. She dropped her head down low, the bun on the crown of her head bouncing.

“I was in the area.”

“Were ya, now?” I smirked. “Why’s that? Here to see anyone special?”

She huffed, rolling her eyes. The second those crystal ones connected with mine, she smiled. “Oh, shut up!”

Ivy yelled through the house. “COME ON, EMMETT! I’ve been pausing this episode for Fallon!”

I swung open the door and wafted my hand out. “After you…”

Fallon walked in after throwing a small smile my way. A fresh flowery scent floated after her, and I had to quickly turn around to shut the door before I sniffed her like a dog inhaling the aroma of raw steak.

I was pretty sure my mouth was even salivating.

“Hi, Fallon!” Ivy exclaimed as she lounged back on the couch with the remote in one hand and popcorn bowl in the other.

“Hey!” Fallon said. Then she stepped back and took in the view of the living room.

Dawson’s house was nice as hell but probably not what she was used to. From the look of Fallon’s guesthouse—even with how small it was—it was designed with an expensive taste. She was used to luxury. She wasn’t used to… normal.

“Your house is really nice, Dawson.” Fallon walked a little farther into the room and ran her hand over the crown molding. “The craftmanship is… topnotch. Whoever built this house knew what they were doing.”

I chuckled, and Dawson and Ivy smirked.

I interjected before Dawson could toot his own horn. “What do you know about craftmanship?”

Fallon’s head slowly swiveled toward me, her blue eyes squinting. “A lot. I had an entire course in college about the differences between near-perfect and poor artistry.”

“Dawson actually built this house with his father. His father owns— Actually, no…” Ivy smiled, correcting herself. “Dawson owns a contracting business here in Oak Hill. They’re the best.”

Fallon’s eyebrows shot to her forehead. “You did this?” She quickly looked around again. “Well, now I know who to hire if I ever need some work done. It’s really nice.”