Page 50 of Silent Count
“Hey, I just finished with practice. Do you want me to come over now?”Please say yes.“Or do you need some time?”
“Oh, no, you can come over. I’m done with the prep. I was just waiting for you before I put it in the oven because it doesn’t take long.”
“And you’re sure I can’t bring anything?” I’m nearing the grocery store, so I want to stop now if she needs something.
“Nope, I have everything I need.”
“Okay then. I’ll see you in about five minutes.” I turn down the road that leads to her apartment.
“See you soon.” Her voice pitches slightly, and it’s fucking cute.
“Bye, Chelsea.” I end the call.
I’m not gonna let this call with my dad ruin my night. He means well since he’s seen reputations of good men go down because of bad choices and families torn apart because of sour relationships. He’s worked too hard to get to where he is. Judge Callaway has an immaculate reputation, and it will stay that way.
Ending things with Chelsea because of his doubts when we’re just getting started, ain’t gonna happen. Fuck that.
Plus, once Dad gets to know her, he’ll realize how amazing she is. Smart as hell, a future lawyer. A hard worker, has a loving family, and an awesome personality that keeps me on my toes.
Yeah, I’ve got it bad, and I’m not ashamed of it.
Within minutes, I’m pulling into a parking spot in front of her building. I don’t need to bring my duffel bag inside, but I do want to take my backpack since I have an iPad in it. I get out of my car and reach into the back for my backpack. When I turn, I see Chelsea standing outside the door of her apartment. I wave to her, and she waves back and smiles at me.
I don’t expect anything from her tonight, but I definitely want to mess around some more. Preferably with less clothes and not coming in my pants again. And glancing at what she’s wearing, I’d say we’re already making progress. She’s got on a tank top that’s hugging her chest so tight that I can see her already-peaked nipples through it. And the shorts … they’re pretty fucking short. I notice a tattoo on her left bicep that I’ve never seen before that I definitely want to look at closer.
As I approach, her smile grows wider. “Hi,” she says, leaning up to kiss me.
“Hi. I like this kind of hello.”
I lean in and kiss her again. Her lips are soft, warm, a little hesitant at first—until I press closer and feel her melt against me. My hand slides to the back of her neck, fingers threading through her hair, guiding her deeper into the kiss. She exhales, and that tiny sound wrecks me.
She presses her hand on my chest. “Agreed, but let’s not get carried away for the whole complex to see.” She turns on her heel and walks into her apartment. “Do you mind that the windows are open? I feel like I need a few more days of fresh air in here.”
I follow her in. “That’s fine with me. You know you can still come stay at our house.”
“Thanks. It’s been days since the all clear, so it’s fine, but I’m anxious to do a deep clean, and I have to wait another twenty-four hours.” We walk into the kitchen. “So, I made lemon herb chicken breasts with couscous and snap peas. It should be ready soon.” She leans up against the counter.
“It smells amazing in here. Thank you for inviting me over for dinner.” I move in closer and reach for her hand. It’s like I can’t stop myself from wanting to touch her. And, fuck, after one kiss, I’m addicted to her.
“Noelle is always with Casey, so it just leaves me alone, and it’s no fun, cooking for one. Every decent recipe is for servings of four, so I’m left with an insane amount of leftovers.”
“You can always send them my way. I eat like a horse.”
“Aside from your famous wings, do you make anything else?”
“No. I just know how to make those.”
She places a hand on her hip. “Let me guess … your mom and sisters do all the cooking while the prince gets waited on.”
I cringe a little before I correct her. “We had a chef.”
Her jaw drops as she gapes at my response. “You really are a golden boy.”
“I wouldn’t mind learning to cook. I think I’d like to serve you.”
Her hand rises to her chest, and she crosses her arms. “Bo Callaway, you’re being devilishly charming, again.”
“Told you it was one of my best features. I can be an angel too.”
