"Sure thing. Thanks for looking out for her," I tell him as I walk past. I carry her easily to my truck and put her in the front seat. She doesn’t want to let go of my neck, and she kisses me again there. I let her too. I’d be stupid to pull away now. She makes her way up my neck, and when I feel her lips wrap around my earlobe, I suck in a deep breath.
I force myself to pull away. I fit the seatbelt around her and latch it before shutting her door. I take my time walking around to my side of the vehicle. I’m trying to get my breathing and my common sense back. Nothing can happen tonight. No matter how much I want it to.
Neither one of us says anything as I drive back to her house.
When I pull into her driveway, I walk up to the house and find the hide-a-key and unlock the front door, leaving it open. I then run back to my truck and pick her up and carry her in, kicking the door to the house shut behind me. I walk with her through the house, and she mumbles into my chest. "You're always so good to me, Parker."
There are so many things I could say to that, but instead I just say, "Yeah." I set her down on her feet next to her bed. I'm holding on to her when something catches my eye on the wall. With one arm around her, I look at the vanity mirror. All around it are pictures of me through the years. There’s the one of us at our first Halloween party, the one where we went to homecoming together. The picture of me standing between her and her date for prom. And there’s more of me in my football uniform, and in most of them, I’m not even looking at the camera. It’s as if she captured them without me knowing.
I look at Haven in my arms, and she smiles up at me. "You're not supposed to see those." "Why not?" I ask her.
She pulls out of my arms and sways on her feet. She sits down on the edge of the bed and starts taking her shoes off. She starts talking, so all I can do is just stand there and watch her. "Because if you see all the pictures on the wall, you're going to know."
She removes her shoes and then her socks. She falls backwards on the bed and starts to undo her pants. I stand where I'm at, frozen to the spot. Huskily I ask her, "What will I know if I see all of these pictures?"
She's kicking the jeans off her legs, and I should be looking anywhere but at her, but I can’t take my eyes off her. She’s sprawled out on the bed, and I gulp as I look at her in her black satin panties.
I’m about to take a step toward her when she sits back up and points to the dresser. "Hand me that shirt."
I look at the dresser and see that she's indicating my Army shirt that I gave her last night. I reach for it and hand it to her. She sets it easily in her lap and then pulls off her shirt. I hold my breath, seeing her for the very first time. Her matching black bra barely holds her. I knew from all the hugs we’ve given each other that she was large-breasted, but I had no idea.
She reaches behind her, and I don’t move. I don’t even fuckin’ breathe. She unclasps her bra and lets it fall from her shoulders. Everything in me is telling me to go to her, but I don't. I stand my ground. I take in her large breasts with her pink, puckered nipples. The need to taste her is intense, but when she starts to pull the sweatshirt over her head, I shake my head, trying to come to my senses.
I almost forget what we're talking about until I hear her muttering as she's putting the Army shirt over her head. "Because when you see them, you'll know how much I love you. How much I've always loved you. But you're my friend. My best friend." When her head pokes out of the shirt, I see her rolling her eyes. "And I know I'm not your type."
She stands up and pulls the cover down her bed. She leans over, her panty-clad ass up in the air, and it has my mouth watering. She climbs into her bed and pulls the cover up over her waist, but she's not done talking. She has one arm thrown over her head.
"I have to tell you something Parker, and you can't be mad."
The way her voice has changed makes me nervous. I move over to the bed and sit down next to her. "I promise I won't be mad."