Page 61 of More To Us

Chapter Twelve

Kira

My phone rings and I see Austin's name.

"Hey," I answer. "You done with the band?"

"Yeah, and I want to see you."

"It's almost ten."

"Yeah? So?

"It's too late to go anywhere."

"We don't have to go anywhere. I'll just come over."

"Sorry, but you can't. Amber's asleep and I don't want to wake her up."

"She's asleep before ten?"

"She had a really bad headache so she went to bed." This time I'm not lying. She got a migraine after dinner and it wouldn't go away so now she's in bed.

"Then I'll meet you downstairs," he says. "We'll go get something to eat or just hang out in my truck."

"I don't want you driving all the way over here."

"I'm already here. I'm in the parking lot."

"You are?" I smile and feel my heart beating faster.

"Yeah, so get that hot little ass of yours down here and come see me."

"I'll be down in a minute." I toss my phone on my bed and check myself in the mirror. I'm kind of a mess, with no makeup on and my hair in a ponytail. But I don't have time to do much so I re-do my ponytail, then yank off my t-shirt so I can put on a bra. But then I decide not to. If we start making out, he'll just take it off, so why bother? I grab a lightweight button-up shirt and put it on, because I like it when he undoes the buttons, all slow and sexy. I'm getting hot just thinking about it. I leave on the shorts I'm wearing, grab my phone and keys, and head downstairs.

"What took you so long?" Austin asks. He was waiting just outside the door, and when I came out he pulled me into his arms and kissed me.

"I didn't take long. You're just impatient. And I had to get ready. I didn't know you were coming over."

"I didn't know I was either, but as I was driving home, I decided I couldn't wait until tomorrow to see you. So you want to go somewhere?"

"I'd rather just go in your truck and make out."

He laughs. "Okay, that works."

"Why are you laughing? You told me to be direct."

"That's true. I did. Let's get in the truck and you can tell me exactly what you want me to do to you."

"I don't want to be THAT direct. I like it better when you surprise me." I push out of his arms and walk to his truck, fast and determined. "You coming?"

He catches up to me and scoops me up in his arms.

"Hey!" I laugh. "What are you doing?"

"Surprising you." He kisses me. "You said you liked that."

"I do." I kiss him back, noticing how good he smells. He has cologne on tonight, a clean fresh scent that mixes well with his skin. He's wearing dark jeans and a bright white t-shirt that shows off his dark tan and muscular arms.

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