Not Yet

“It’s kind of sexy, too,” Mom says under her breath. She wants me to hear her say it but is trying to play it off. “Speaking of—”

“No thanks.” I cut her off, not wanting to have that talk.

“I have to, Ali. It’s a dance and…” She gives a knowing look.

“I’m going with Drake,” I remind her.

Not that it really matters because of what we did last night. My face heats when a flood of images of him with his face between my thighs invades my mind. How he pushed his fingers inside of me and took what he wanted. He knew what I needed without me having to ask for it and I’m not sure I could have. It sucked I didn’t get to enjoy my orgasm before our parents almost busted us.

Mom waves her hand dismissively like that doesn’t matter. She has no idea how wrong she is. But after last night I’m starting to think Drake has had a change of heart. I know he’s attracted to me based on the size of his hard cock I felt pressed into my ass. He also agreed with me that we shouldn’t be doing what we were doing.

Between almost getting caught and the thrill of the day, he could have gotten cold feet. But it’s hard to believe that’s it, because Drake never has cold feet. He’s always been an all or nothing kind of guy. I hate that I can’t just ask him. At one time I could’ve asked him anything. He was the one I would’ve turned to for advice, and right now I have no one to talk to about this. I could tell Lindsey, but I’m not sure I want to share this yet. Not when I don’t know where Drake is mentally with us. I need to talk to him and anger flares inside of me when I think about him just leaving.

“You have no idea how the night will go. So, just be safe,” my mom says to me quickly, squeezing my upper arms.

“I am safe,” I rush to say. I don’t want to talk about this and thankfully Lindsey saves the day as she walks in.

“You guys in here?” she asks, opening the door without waiting. “Holy shit. You didn’t tell me your dress was that sick.” She steps in the room and her eyes widen.

“Yours too,” I say and I beam at her. She’s not messing around tonight with her sexy two-piece dress. She gives a small shrug and smirks. I love her confidence.

“I already had the sex talk.” She holds her hand up to my mom to stop her before she can open her mouth.

“Just making sure.” Mom walks over to Lindsey and gives her a hug and kiss on the cheek.

“I’ll go make sure the boys are ready,” Mom tells us and steps from the room.

“Liam is not going to be able to resist you anymore,” I tell her when the door closes.

“You should have seen his eyes when he picked me up to come over here.” She wiggles her eyebrows. “I gave him the brush off because I’m crazy.”

I burst into laughter but I’m not shocked in the least. “He can chase now,” she says tartly.

Yes, in that tight dress I think everyone is going to chase. I swear she looks like she stepped out of a magazine.

“Why haven’t you been responding to my texts?” She turns to look in the mirror at us side by side. “Damn, we look good.”

“Crap. I put my phone in the purse my mom gave me this morning and forgot about it.” I walk over to grab it.

“Has Drake seen you yet?” I shake my head no as I check to make sure I have everything I need. I see I have a bunch of texts but don’t read them. They’re all probably from Lindsey.

Her eyebrows rise high on her forehead.

“What? Why does it matter if Drake’s seen me?”

“Nothing.” She grabs my arms. “I wanna watch this.” She tugs me from the room and I almost trip over my heels. She’s way too excited about this. “And fuck the Blonde Brigade. They need to mind their own fucking business,” Lindsey adds. I have no clue what she’s talking about.

I see Dad first when we reach the top of the stairs and I give him a big smile because he’s already got his camera out. He records everything, which is kind of adorable. I’ve even caught him recording me while I was studying. He thinks everything is a moment to be captured, which is really sweet. I wonder if Drake will be a dad like that. The random thought almost has me falling in my heels, but Lindsey has a tight hold on my arm and saves me.

Drake steps out of the living room and into the main entryway at the bottom of the stairs. Our eyes meet, and for a moment as I descend the stairs, I forget about him leaving last night. I get lost in him and he gives me a warm smile. But it doesn’t touch his eyes and I know something is wrong. I can feel it because I can read his moods.