Page 38 of Six Wishes

We lie on my bed like this for a few more minutes before Van reaches toward me and smacks one butt cheek.

“Time to go. Did you get what you need for a couple of days?”

“Couple of days? I thought this was just for tonight.” It’s like he doesn’t want his own space anymore.

“One night, two, same thing,” he shrugs and pulls me up. “Let’s go.”

I grab my backpack, and we take off in his car. We do have a quick back and forth prior to that where I want to follow him in my car so that I have the freedom to leave whenever I feel like. He tells me that I can have all the freedom I will need inside his house with his cock shoved inside of me. No vehicle required. Since I can’t argue with that kind of logic, we compromise. And just go in his car.

“Am I allowed to go inside the store with you?” I ask with a snark, but it just makes his grin grow wider.

“Would you like to go inside the store with me?”

I don’t really want to go, but now I have to. It’s like he’s daring me to go in with him.

I open the car door rather forcefully, then get out. He meets me at the front of it and takes my hand in his. I fight it for a bit and keep on trying to pull my hand out of his, but he’s not having any of that.

“Chloe?” he grins down as he’s looking at me with most definitely a lot of affection. It almost takes my breath away.

“What?”

“Knock-knock.”

Laughter escapes my chest, taking me by surprise. I can always count on Van to entertain me.

“Who’s there?” I play along.

“When where.”

This is not making any sense, but I give in because I am dying to see where he’s going with it. “When where who?”

“Tonight. My house. You.”

He looks so proud of himself when he says that, I want to laugh, but I also want to kiss him. So I do just that. My hand goes up and grabs him by the back of his neck, fingers tangling in his hair.

“You are so goofy, Van Boyd,” I murmur against his lips right before I lay a soft kiss on him. “And I love it. A lot.”

He pulls his head back a little and licks his lips. “I love it a lot too. A lot-lot.”

“Yeah?” I ask for confirmation in the same way he always seems to do.

We are still standing in front of his car, so wrapped up in each other that we don’t realize someone is honking the horn to grab our attention. When I look to the side, my eyes lock with those of a middle aged woman who waves at me with lots of excitement.

“Uh,” I don’t know what to do, so I wave back.

Van turns his head to see what I’m doing. He gives out a snort when he recognizes the person behind the wheel.

“Mom,” he grabs me by the hand and pulls me to the stranger’s car. Or, not a stranger anymore now. “What are you doing here?”

“Donovan Boyd,” she says through the open window, then puts the car into Park, and hurries up to get out of it. “I cannot, cannot,” she enunciates for emphasis, “believe that I get to meet your girlfriend for the very first time in the parking lot at Woody’s. This is bad form.”

“So sorry, Mom, I didn’t know you’d be here.” He puts an arm around my shoulders and pulls me closer to him. “This is my girlfriend, Chloe Montgomery.”

“I know!” Van’s mom shrills, then opens her arms and pulls me into a hug. She looks so small, I am in shock over how she managed to give birth to this giant of a man. “It is so good to finally meet you, Chloe. I’m Mary Boyd, Van’s mom.”

Well, this is funny. “My mom’s name is Mary too,” I chuckle and hug her back. “So good to meet you.”

“Oh my gosh, it is meant to be. And easy too, we’ll never forget each other’s names, right?” She starts laughing, but it’s almost like a nervous laugh. Why would she be this nervous around me?

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