Page 39 of Undeniably

“Holy hell, Keaton! When did you get here?” I demand, making him laugh again.

“Just now.”

“Well, announce yourself next time,” I huff as I push past him, I grab my phone off its dock and shut off the Bluetooth, stopping the music.

“You ready?”

“Yeah, do I need anything?” I ask as I slide my phone into my back pocket.

“Just you and your ID.”

I grab my purse off my bed and pull out my ID and credit card. I hold them out to Keaton. “Can you hold on to them for me.”

“Your ID, yes. Your card, no. I won’t let you pay for shit. You want something? I got you.” He takes them both from me, tossing my credit card on my bed and sliding my ID into his money clip before dropping it into his pocket.

“Keaton,” I drag out in a warning.

“Let’s go,” he says over his shoulder as he walks out the door.

We make our way towards the front door. “You guys leaving?” Mom asks as she rounds the corner into the entryway.

“We are. I’ll be home later.” I lean in and kiss her cheek.

“You guys be good!”

“We will,” we say in unison.

???

Keaton

Once on the road, she finally asks, “Where are we going?”

“I’m not telling you. It’s a surprise.” I reach over and squeeze her leg right above her knee before putting my hand back in my lap.

“I love surprises.”

“I know.”

“Well, how long is it going to be?”

“It’s a little bit of a drive.” I sneak a glance at her. There’s mischief in her eyes.

She pulls her phone out and hooks it to my Bluetooth. “Perfect.”

I groan a half-hearted protest, but I honestly don’t mind. She could listen to some medieval folk shit, and I would enjoy it because she does.

Fuck. I sound like a pussy.

Rubbing my hand over my face, I glance at her again.

Her gorgeous red hair is piled on top of her head in two buns, while her freckles across her cheeks are like a beacon for my eyes. I don’t miss the touch of red she added to her lips today. It’s just enough to make my dick twitch with the need to see those red, plump lips wrapped around him.

Down, boy. Friends.

“Stop starting at me,” she says through a laugh before going back to singing whatever song is on.

“I can’t help it. Who sings this song again?”