Falling for Fallon (Oak Hill 2)

Fallon: What? Open what up? Emmett…

Me: Your door. And relax, Fallon. This won’t be my first time sneaking into a girl’s room. ; )

I didn’t wait for her to text back again. I stepped out of my car, placing the essentials in my jacket and zipping it up. I’d parked my car near the bushes where, hopefully, no one would see… especially this late at night. I glanced over to the castle-like home and shook my head. Who really needed a house that enormous? It seemed totally pointless unless you had, like, twenty children.

I slowly walked over to her door and waited, feeling excitement overtake my body at the thought of spending the evening with her again.

Once the door opened, Fallon’s small hand gripped my jacket, and she pulled me inside. She looked so damn adorable with her flushed face and messy hair. She was wearing pajama bottoms and a tank top that nearly matched her pink-tinted cheeks.

“Hey,” I said, taking in her startling blue eyes.

“Emmett! If my father sees you, he’ll kill you!”

I brushed her off. “I’m not afraid of your dad, Fallon.”

She looked worried. “You should be. He has a lot of money, and he knows how to use it.”

I rolled my eyes and walked into her small kitchen. I’d only been there once, but it was such a small house that it wasn’t hard to forget its set up. I unzipped my jacket and pulled out the box of popcorn and movie.

“What’s all this?” she questioned, flipping on the light in the kitchen.

My cheek lifted. “We’re having a movie night. It’s un-American that you haven’t seen The Sandlot, Fallon.” I moved to face

her. “I cannot believe I’m friends with someone who hasn’t seen it. It’s just not right.” I shook my head, and she playfully smacked my chest.

“Oh, whatever!”

I smiled and then got the sudden urge to pull her into me to kiss those kissable lips.

I was playing a very dangerous game lately—letting my heart do all the talking instead of my actual brain. Just like showing up here tonight.

I ignored the way my heart was thumping in my chest and busied myself with making popcorn and getting the movie running. I had to do something with myself, because I felt all out of sorts.

We finally settled on the couch, and Fallon started off a foot away from me. For what reason? I had no idea. But somehow, during the movie, she had managed to curl up beside me, her head on my chest and feet hooked over my lap.

“So, let me guess,” Fallon said, peering her head up to look at me. “You had a huge crush on the lifeguard when you were younger.”

I laughed but couldn’t deny it. “Of course, I did. Every young boy who watched this movie had a crush on her. I’m sure she was the center of every teenage boy’s masturbation fantasy.”

Fallon made a disturbed face. “Ew, Emmett!”

I laughed and pulled her in closer.

“Shh, the movie’s on,” I whispered into her ear. She giggled along my chest, and I swear to God, I could listen to her laugh every single day for the rest of my life and still never get sick of it.

“Emmett?” Fallon asked, snuggling up to me even tighter.

“Yeah?” I responded, looking down at her again. My eyes trailed over the curve of her nose, all the way to her lips.

“I like this,” she whispered, angling her head up to mine. I stared down into the endless blue pools of her eyes and found myself spiraling.

“You like what?” I asked, blinking rapidly. I could hear my voice creaking with unshed emotion.

Fallon blinked. “I like being here with you. I like this.” She wrapped her arms around my torso and hugged me. I hugged her back and kissed the top of her head out of a simple reaction.

“I do, too,” I said, placing my chin on her head.

I was in so fucking deep I would never be able to pull myself out.