Page 7 of I Just Want to be Yours

“You’re good to drive?” Matt asks me after the show.

Tossing my keys in the air, I catch them. “Never been better.” The edible has worn off, and the only high I’m still chasing is Margot in those fucking shorts.

Matt takes Rae’s hand. “Good. I don’t need you and Margot having sex in the back of my car.”

Rae whacks him on the arm, and I squeeze my arm around Margot a little tighter. “You hear that? We can’t have sex in his car anymore.”

Margot’s face heats, and she gapes at Matt. Choking back laughter she says, “We wouldn’t—we’ve never.”

Matt gives her a slow grin. “I know, Margot. Relax,” he says with a laugh. Looking back at me, he flips me off. “See you at the apartment.”

I return the gesture. “Don’t wait up.”

“Hey, thanks again for the ticket,” Braden says as he walks backward with Matt and Rae.

“Thanks again for the drugs,” I call back, and Margot hisses for me to be quiet. Braden laughs, though.

As one of the musicians in the festival, they had us park in the back with most of the other vendors. The guys drove the van, and I met them here since I knew I’d spend the rest of the day with Margot.

We walk, my arm around her shoulders and hers draped around my waist. I wish I could end every show like this. We’d drive home, and then I could make her come before falling asleep with my arms wrapped around her.

“There’s no one back here,” she whispers, pulling me closer.

“Yeah, well.” I look over my shoulder at the festival that’s still full of music and light. “I’d say the party is far from over.”

With my car in sight, she turns and starts walking backward, pulling me by my shirt as she does. “For us too?” she says with a devilish glint in her eyes.

I let out a breath of laughter. “What do you want to do?”

She looks up as she ponders my question. “Hmm . . .” she says with a playful twist to her mouth. “I could think of something.”

“I bet you could.”

She grins, and something tightens in my chest. I don’t knowif it’s knowing that being here with her is temporary, or that she looks gorgeous under the subtle glow of the distant lights, but every part of me aches for this girl.

When her back hits the side of my car, she pulls me to her. Her mouth is on mine, full of heat, like she’s been waiting for us to be alone all day. The kiss pulls a sound from my throat, and I want nothing more than to lose myself in her.

But I need to tell her. I need to say something of substance because if I don’t, my chest might explode. “Margot,” I say against her lips. “Get in the car.”

She lets out a laugh as I step back and open the door for her. Once she’s seated, I close the door and walk around to the driver’s side. Looking back at the festival over the hood, I’m hit with a wave of mixed feelings. Part of me knowing I’ll be onto bigger and better things soon, and another, louder part, knowing how much I’ll miss this.

Once I’m in the car, I put the keys in the ignition and rub my hands over my face, trying to snap myself out of whatever funk this is.

“What’s on your mind?” she asks, her voice soft. That’s when I realize she’s been watching me, carefully analyzing.

“I don’t know.” I lean my head back against the seat. Looking straight ahead, I rub my hands on my jeans. “I guess I just wish it could always be like this.” I dismiss it with a laugh but keep my gaze forward. It’s easier than looking at her. If I look at her, I’ll feel everything twice as hard because she’s the reason for all of it. “I don’t think I’m ready for this summer to end.”

She’s quiet.

When I finally do look at her, she gives me an easy smile as she leans toward me over the center console. “But it’s not over yet,” she says simply. “And when it does end, you’ll be living your dream again.”

She’s right, of course. All I’ve ever wanted was tomake a career out of music, and no one has ever supported me the way she does. She’s selfless. Even though my dreams make things harder for her, she never lets me doubt them.

Before I can stop myself, I look her in the eyes and say, “Maybe my dreams are changing.”

She sits up straight. “They’re not.”

A faint smile crosses my lips, but there’s sadness behind it.

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