“You wouldn’t.”
“Yes, I would,” I argued, feeling a laugh bubbling up in my chest.
Emmett’s voice suddenly turned husky. “Wanna test that theory out?”
My insides flipped inside out. “What are you suggesting?” I asked, my voice low.
“You know exactly what I’m suggesting, Fallon. But I’ll say it if you want me to.”
I felt the devil inside of me smiling. “Say it, then.”
“I want to fuck you out in the hayfield right now and show you how we do it over here in Oak Hill.”
I bit the inside of my cheek and gulped. Fallon Addington, prestigious daughter of the Addington family, caught having sex in the middle of a hayfield. My parents would faint.
My hand reached over to the door handle slowly. I kept my stare on Emmett’s darkened one and opened the door. I slid my body out and latched the door shut quietly.
He did the same.
We met in front of the car, him looking down at me and me looking up at him.
Nothing was said between the pair of us, but I could feel the way my heart was flipping in my chest. Instead, he reached down and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his torso and ripped off his beanie, throwing it on top of my car.
He grinned and whispered something I didn’t quite understand. “What are you doing to me, Fallon?”
I leaned my head down, my brown hair spilling out from below my beanie and kissed him like I meant it.
He and I both knew that the only thing I’d be left thinking about in the middle of that hayfield would be him.
Chapter Eighteen
Emmett
I sat in my car holding the DVD of The Sandlot and a bag of popcorn in my lap, knowing very well I shouldn’t have been parked outside Fallon’s.
I really shouldn’t have been there.
Yet, there I was, waiting for Fallon to text me back and hopefully allow me to come inside her house so that way I didn’t just waste a shit ton of gas and forty-five minutes of my life driving over here on a whim.
I saw her two days ago, buried myself in between her legs in the middle of a damn hayfield, and somehow, I found myself driving to her house in the middle of the week, after working all evening, because I missed her.
I couldn’t believe I’d gotten myself into this mess.
I missed her.
And what better way to rectify that than to use the excuse of her never having watched The Sandlot? I mean, honestly, I was only trying to teach her the ways of life.
Come on, if you’d never seen The Sandlot… were you really living?
My phone buzzed.
Fallon: Yes, I’m up. We’ve already discussed this. My sleep schedule is all messed up after meeting YOU. I stay up too late nowadays.
I grinned.
Me: Good, open up.
She texted back within a second.