Page 3 of Starting Over with You
I’m going to kill my sister.
I inhale deeply as the cop looks at me, his eyes narrowing. “You taking advantage of this sweet girl?”
“Absolutely not, sir. We grew up together. I came up from Thistlebrook to get her from our sisters, who go to UT, and we saw the field. We only have mountains where we’re from, so we thought it’d be cool to see if there really are children in the corn.”
He blinks, and Kenni covers her mouth to keep in her laughter. I don’t blink. I don’t even move as I keep my eyes on him.
When he asks, “Y’all been drinking?” I’m already shaking my head. But my accomplice hiccups, then burps before gagging on whatever the hell came up.
My eyes fall shut as I pray for divine intervention.
The cop’s eyes narrow even more before he claps his hands. “All right, turn around.”
Then he cuffs us and takes us to the back of his cop car.
As he calls her dad, who will definitely call mine, I lean back in the seat, cursing the three girls who insist on making my life hard. I really don’t need this before I leave for college, but I shouldn’t be surprised when it comes to the trio that just can’t act right when they’re together. I’ve been getting them out of trouble for as long as they’ve been able to get into it. I don’t know what they’re gonna do when I’m all the way in Minnesota, but that’s not my problem.
Who am I kidding? Ifshecalled, I’d come.
Silence stretches in the car as I move to alleviate some of the pressure from my arms behind my back. I try not to drink in the sight of Kenni’s thick thighs, but it’s hard, especially when she keeps crossing and uncrossing her legs, probably trying to get comfortable.
I’d like to say this is my first time in the back of a cop car, but it isn’t. A few summers back, the girls convinced me to break in to an old rock quarry about an hour away. We were having a blast exploring until we got caught. Missy and Sadie jumped into the quarry to get away, and before I knew what was happening, Kenni grabbed my hand before we jumped too.
We thought we could get away once we swam to the edge where Sadie’s truck was, but what we didn’t know was that another set of cops was waiting for us.
I never learned my lesson.
“Do you remember when Sadie made you kiss me?”
Her voice is small, surprising me as I open my eyesand turn my head to look at her. She’s leaning on the back seat too, the blue of the lights making her eyes seem even bluer. Her cheeks are full, her jaw slender and sharp. She has these dimples that can bring me to my knees and the cutest little dip in her chin. The lights give her an ethereal look, and it makes my chest hurt. I don’t know why it’s killing me to leave her, when I doubt she cares that she’s leaving me.
We’ve never been anything to each other.
I’m Sadie’s brother, and that’s it.
I clear my throat as our eyes meet, and I nod. “Yeah.”
“Do you remember that it was my first kiss?”
I keep my face neutral as I nod once more. “I couldn’t forget.”
She looks away, her neck darkening a bit with color. “Was it yours?”
“It was,” I admit after a small pause. “Couldn’t you tell? I sucked.”
I laugh, but she doesn’t. She looks up at me, her lips slowly tilting up as she tells me, “You didn’t suck. It was the best first kiss.”
I smile back. For me, it was. I had wanted to kiss her for a really long time but never thought she’d want me to. I think that’s why I didn’t fight when they told me to kiss her. I just did it. I lingered way too long, just to feel her lips and breath on mine. When she moved her tongue along mine, I was stunned until I had to taste her. Problem was, when I did, I came in my pants. It freaked me out so badly, I pulled away and ran out of the room.
So, surely she can’t think that was a good time. “You’re drunk.”
“I’m not,” she throws back, her eyes narrowing in on mine. “Was it bad for you?”
My cock strains against my jeans at the mere memory of her taste. My voice is rough as I admit, “Not at all.”
I feel her staring a hole in the side of my face before she asks, “Did you ever want to do it again?”
I raise my brows and look away, taking a deep breath. I’m always sporting a chub when I’maround her, but when she’s bringing up the best moment of my life, I have to say the alphabet backward to keep myself from tearing through my jeans.
