Page 38 of Furious
Lev traps my chin between two fingers, turning my brief greeting kiss into something that makes my toes curl in my flip-flops.
“Fuck. If you kiss me like that again, I’m going to send Chance to practice by himself and stay home with you. Fuck practice and I’ll deal with the consequences later.”
Chance chuckles, shaking his head. “Get in line, dude. I don’t know by what kind of miracle I managed to get up and get dressed. Waking up with Zara is way too nice. It makes you want to never leave the bed.”
“Shit.” Lev chuckles. “Maybe we should blow off the entire day and get back in the house.”
I can’t believe I’m doing this, but I really don’t want to be the reason why Chance and Lev get in trouble. “Yeah, but I’ve heard your coach isn’t someone you want to piss off. So Chance and I made a plan for later. Lunch, movies, and the three of us. We don’t plan on leaving the house all day.”
“Sold. Any idea what you would like for lunch?” Lev asks.
“Surprise me.” I smile.
Lev’s eyes flare with heat. “I don’t know what’s gonna be for lunch, but I know exactly what I’m gonna have for dessert.”
The air is crackling with electricity, and the thought hits me that I have no idea how I’ll ever choose between them. And that’s without even considering Ares.
My dad has always said that he likes riding a motorcycle because it’s a perfect metaphor for how fast life can move.
For the first time in my life, I just wish things could stay the way they are.
“Ok.” I sigh. “You guys go before I make you late for practice.”
Chance takes my hand, leading me to the passenger side. “Can I get just one more kiss for the road?” he asks, opening the car door.
“Of course. It’s just an advance on all the kisses I’m gonna have for you later.” I whisper.
Cheesy, I know. But I’m full of endorphins from being in his arms all night and my body doesn’t care about cliches.
We keep our goodbye kiss surprisingly brief and shallow, but somehow so sweet that my heart swells in my chest and the butterflies in the pit of my stomach flutter their wings as if they were on crack.
I stay in the driveway, waving at the back of Lev’s car until it disappears down the road.
I know, I know.
I look like a lovesick fool.
The truth is that I couldn’t care less. I even consider texting Heather to see if she wants to go get our hair done, so I can look my best later.
Sometimes, however, you need to be careful about what you wish, because the universe has an uncanny way of delivering the very things you ask for at the wrongest possible time.
“Zara?” Heather is standing right behind me. She must have come from our backyard and around the house. It’s the only way she could have come up behind me.
“Oh, hey. I was just about to text you.”
I would wonder how long she’s been standing there, but the look on her face is all the answer I need.
“Zara, what’s going on?”
Fuck.
She saw me kissing Chance. “It’s not what you think.”
Lame, I know. But my mind is spinning out of control. If Heather tells our parents what she saw, it’s impossible to predict the potential fallout. I mean, Mom can’t send me back toboarding school, since I’m eighteen. But after she canceled my dorm, I have nowhere to go if she kicks me out of the house. That’s without counting that Dad pays the money for my tuition into her account. I’m not the only one who could be in a lot of trouble. Scott made it clear to Chance that unless he treated me like a sibling, he would have no qualms about cutting him off.
Heather crosses her arms over her chest. “No? So I didn’t just see you kiss your brother’s lips?”
“Chance isn’t my brother.” The words fly out of my mouth before I can think better of it.
