Page 56 of Blue Moon Love

I’d always cared about Kenna. I’d loved her since I was eight years old. I’d always been protective of her, but I’d never felt possessive over her like I did now. From the second I found out about her being a virgin, a primitive Neanderthal gene awakened in me. Every time I saw her or thought about her, all I could think was, mine. I’d never felt this way before, and I didn’t like it.

We weren’t together. And even if we were, she didn’t belong to me. It wasn’t healthy.

I grabbed my phone, hoping to distract myself with YouTube videos of dogs. As soon as it hit my palm, it lit up with a notification from my security company saying that the motion sensor camera pointed at Kenna’s front porch had been activated. I knew that I shouldn’t click on the link to take me to the live feed. If I did and I saw Jonah with her, I’d be scared of what I’d do.

But she wouldn’t have him over after we’d spent the night together…would she? Not that I had any room to talk. I’d hooked up with different women on back-to-back nights.

Without getting authority from my brain, my thumb tapped on the hyperlink. When the screen changed, I saw that Kenna was alone as she walked in her front door. Even though I knew it was ridiculous, I sighed with relief.

I put the phone back down and told myself that we could talk tomorrow. She’d had a long day, and then the party. It’s not like what I had to say couldn’t wait until she got some sleep.

I was still telling myself that as I stood up, threw on a shirt and my slides and headed next door.

25

KENNA

“Sometimes the best decision is doin’ the wrong thing.” ~ Archie “Witty” Whitlock

I had just slid my shoes off when Winnie barked at the door a second before there was a knock. Not just any knock. Sam’s knock.

I’d wanted to text him earlier to see how Witty was doing after I found out that he’d gotten dizzy on the dance floor and had to leave, but I didn’t. I skipped the middleman, went straight to the source, and texted Witty instead. He replied back that he was good as gold and not to worry about him.

The reason I hadn’t texted Sam was because I didn’t want him to think that I was using Witty’s health as an excuse to reach out to him after last night. It sounded insane to even think that was a possibility of where his head would go since we texted and called each other all the time, but that had been my fear.

Even before the party, all day, I’d wanted to reach out to him. I kept picking up my phone to text him, but the same thing that stopped me from messaging him about Witty kept me from asking how he was. But none of that mattered because he was here now.

I tried to calm the nerves that were tap-dancing across my chest and in my belly as I took a deep breath and opened the door.

“Hey.” I stepped back as Sam walked inside and greeted Winnie, who always demanded his attention first.

When he finished saying hi to her, he stood. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. All I could think about was how badly I wanted to kiss him right now. How much I wanted him to pull me into his arms. How insanely hot he looked tonight in his dress shirt and slacks at my parents’ party, and how equally sexy he looked in the sweats and t-shirt he was rocking now.

I was scared one of those thoughts would come out, so I closed my mouth before I embarrassed myself. Instead of talking, I turned and walked to the back to let Winnie out.

“Did your parents have a good time?” he asked as he followed behind me.

“Yeah, I think so. My dad commented that there was too much country music, but my mom seemed happy, and you know that’s all he really cares about.”

After Winnie trotted out to the grass, I shut the back door. I turned around and saw Sam behind me. Right behind me. Like only an inch away from me.

His expression was hard to read. He looked sad and maybe a little tired. But there was something else. A spark of desire that I recognized from the night before. Seeing that glimmer of passion in his stare only intensified the arousal that was coursing through my veins.

“What about you and Jonah? Did you guys have a good time?”

“Yeah.” I dipped my head and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, then moved around him to the kitchen to get a glass of water. I needed to do something, anything, to distract myself, so I didn’t throw myself at him or beg him for an encore of last night.

“Do you think you’re going to see each other again?”

“No.” I grabbed a glass from the cabinet. I would offer him a drink, too, but he wasn’t really like a guest at my house. He helped himself to everything he wanted. And right now, I really wished I was on that list.

“You sound sure,” Sam commented as I filled my water then turned back so I was facing him.

“We’re just friends.” I took a sip of my water, and then set the glass down. “There’s no…spark.”

“What about us? Do you think we have a spark?”

“Last night, it felt like we did,” I answered as honestly as I could without outing my feelings for him.

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