Page 52 of Until Bax

“How about we order something in and watch our show?” When I get her nod, I turn us back toward Kourtney’s house.

“Are we staying here?”

“No, you’re staying with me, but you need to pack a bag unless you left your shit at my house this morning.”

“I didn’t,” she mumbles, so I follow her in and sit on the edge of her bed, ordering us dinner while she gets her stuff together. As I’m hanging up with the restaurant, a text from her dad comes through, asking if she made it home okay.

Shit.

I text him back, then grab her hand when she's passing me to go into the bathroom. She smiles softly, but I can still see the tension from the situation in her pretty features.

“I’m almost done.”

“I know.” I pull her to stand between my legs and capture her waist in my hands. “I just need to tell you that I talked to your dad earlier.” Her eyes widen. “I called to see if he heard from you, and he let me know you were at their place for dinner.”

“Okay.”

“He asked me if something was going on between us, and I couldn’t lie, not when he asked me straight out.”

“What did you tell him?” she asks nervously.

“That we’re spending time together and getting to know each other.”

“What did he say?”

“He told me not to fuck up.”

“Oh.” She rubs her lips together. “That’s not so bad.”

I give her waist a squeeze. “I just wanted you to know in case he brings it up.”

“He didn’t, not even when he walked me out to my car when I was leaving, but I’m going to have to tell my mom. She’ll be upset if she hears it from him.”

“You can call her when we get over to my place.”

She nods, then bites the inside of her cheek as her gaze roams mine. “I… I’m going to have to figure out how to tell Liam.”

“I’ll talk to him when you’re ready for him to know.”

“You think he’d react better to you telling him?”

“No, but it’d get him trying to kick my ass out of the way,” I mutter, and she presses her lips together like she’s trying not to smile.

“You think that’s funny?”

“No.” She laughs when I tickle her sides. With the bed behind me, I turn us, and she falls to her back against the mattress, still laughing. Looming over her, I press my fist into the bed near her head while I maneuver myself between her legs.

Her breath hitches when she registers our new position and lifts, pressing her mouth against mine.

Grasping the back of her thigh, I drag it up higher on my hip, relishing the sound she makes as I take over the kiss and press my hips into hers. I lose myself in the feel of her softness under me and take advantage of the moment.

When my phone starts to ring, I groan, and she whimpers as I tug my mouth from hers.

“It’s probably the delivery driver.” I brush my lips across hers one last time before I lean back and take out my cell. When I see I was right, I answer the call and grasp her hand, helping her to stand. While she finishes packing, I head outside to grab our food, and she meets me between my house and Kourtney’s when she’s done.

When we get over to my place, I pour her a glass of wine that she takes outside while she calls her mom. The two of them don’t talk for very long, and when Olivia comes back inside after hanging up, she tells me that her mom wasn’t surprised something was going on between us, but she sounds concerned, which I could tell bothered her.

As much as I wish her response had been different for Olivia’s sake, it doesn’t surprise me. It also doesn’t change anything. So after we eat dinner and watch some TV, I lead her into the house and down the hall to my guest bedroom, where I leave her with a kiss at the door, even though I really fucking want to drag her across the house to my bed.

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