Page 16 of Crushing On Dad's Best Friend
“It’s okay,” he says, grabbing my hips. He smooths my skirt down, kisses my hip and grabs my duffel bag, zipping it up and shoving it into myarms.
“Go,” he urges, pulling me down for a kiss. “Go on, and I’ll be a few minutes afteryou.”
“Okay,” I breathe against his lips, taking his face in myhand.
I pop up from behind the fence and throw the duffle over my shoulder, breaking into a little jog back toward the house. I throw a fast look over my shoulder but don’t see Liam. I finally get to the edge of the lawn and my sister is standing there, hands on her hips, one toe turned out andtapping.
“What the hell happened to Liam?” she asks, her head cocked to theside.
“Oh,” I say, turning around and putting my flat hand at the top of my forehead as though I’m searching the grounds for him. When she can’t see my face I stop suppressing my smile, but as soon as I turn back to her I adjust my expression and shrug my shoulders. “I’m not sure. We were playing and then he said he had to take a workcall.”
“Uh-huh,” she says, waving me on with a little smile on herlips.
“What?” I saycasually.
“I don’t know who’s acting weirder, you or Liam. You sure you’regood?”
“Oh, yes. I’m just excited for thewedding!”
“By the way, you’re sleeping in my room tonight with the rest of the bridesmaids so we can all be up at the crack of dawn formakeup.”
“Okay,cool!”
I run ahead of her and slip inside the house, leaving the partybehind.
“Okay, weirdo!” my sister shouts afterme.
It’s the last thing I hear before I run upstairs, throw myself on my bed, and let out a scream of delight into my pillow, clenching my thighs together, still feeling his hands and mouth on every inch of myskin.
