Page 13 of The Kissing Part
Shayla gives me an uncertain smile. “It’s a movie with a theatrical release. Pretty big.”
I haul myself out of the pool and sit on the edge, patting the space next to me. She gives me her hand to help her out of the water and then yanks me in. I make a big splash to soak her.
She laughs and wraps her arms around my neck. “Now let’s get to the kissing part.”
Lust thunders through me. I pull her to where I can stand with my head above water and kiss her. She wraps her legs around me, and it feels so good I never want to stop kissing her.
She breaks the kiss a long while later. “Are you happy for me?”
“Course I am.Angel Heartis awesome. What happened to Kat Lopez?”
“She’s got some kind of kidney condition that flared up. The thing is, I have to leave tomorrow to fly back to LA.”
Not even her sexy body pressed so close can stop the chill that goes through me. “How long will you be gone?”
“Three months.”
“Okay, but then you can come back. You could have Thanksgiving with us and Christmas and New Year. Maybe you could go to my school.”
She strokes my cheek. “We’ll see, okay? This could be a launch for me into more adult roles. Sometimes you have to build on that momentum. That’s what my agent says, anyway.”
“Is Mom okay with it?” I hate that I sound desperate, but Mom was the one who took Shayla in to keep her out of trouble in Hollywood. She’s only been with us for two and a half months. Maybe Mom will say Shayla’s not ready to go.
Shayla pulls away from me and gets out of the pool. I join her and grab two towels from the nearby patio table, handing her one. We dry off. I’m quiet, my throat tight, my chest aching. She’s ripping my heart out. Does she even care about leaving me?
She wraps the towel around her body. “Your mom is happy for me. She wants to take me shopping this afternoon before I go. Harper’s coming too.”
I wrap the towel around my neck. “I hate shopping.”
“I know. Let’s meet up in the loft tonight, okay?” She grabs my head and kisses me passionately. I can’t help myself, returning the kiss hungrily. Every time I’m with her, I just want to get closer and closer.
She shifts to whisper in my ear, “Bring a condom with you.”
I still. “Are you sure?” She told me she had a bad first experience with a costar last year when she was fifteen. He was twenty-three. I want to kill that guy.
She kisses me again and gives me a sexy smile. “Yes. Absolutely.”
I can barely breathe. That she would trust me like this. Yes! We’re going to have sex. And it’s not going to complicate things because this is right. Fortunately, I know what I’m doing on account of reading Mom’s romance novels and trying stuff out on an enthusiastic fellow camp counselor last summer.
“See you tonight,” she says.
I nod. And then I turn and watch her go, striding quickly into the house. This is going to be epic.
* * *
I prop up on an elbow and look down at Shayla’s flushed face. “You good?” We’re under a blanket on a sofa in the loft above the garage after the best sex ever. I can just make out her sparkling blue eyes in the dim glow from the security light attached to the garage outside.
She beams. “I’m great! I love you.”
My heart pounds wildly. “I love you too.”
She grabs my head and kisses me all over my face. I laugh, happier than I’ve ever been in my life.
I shift to my side next to her, and she lies on her side, facing me. I wrap an arm and leg around her, love and affection bursting through me.
I stroke her soft blond hair back from her face. “As soon as you’re eighteen, we should get married.”
“Owen—”
