Page 58 of For Three Seconds

“Whoa, look at you.” Delia whistled.

Kenny smiled at me. “You look pretty.”

It kind of took me aback because I expected her to be catty.

“Hey,” I said, unsure of what to do. “Where’s Audrey?”

“She didn’t come home last night.” Kenny grinned as she went to drink her orange juice.

“Oh, she’s boning someone for sure,” Delia added.

It seemed like we all were having sex or had had sex recently, which brought me back to the fact that Kenny had slept with Gavin. My Gavin. Then I shook my head because I couldn’t get mad since I’d slept with him when he was Gigi’s Gavin.

“We’re okay, right?” I looked at Kenny, probably making things pretty awkward.

“Girl, if I stopped talking to girls who have fucked with the same guys I had, I’d have no friends. I liked Gavin, but he never promised me anything; it was just sex. Hell, he never made anyone promises, and there’s talk that he has called a lot of girls the wrong name during sex. So as long as Gigi doesn’t have him, we are okay.”

Okay, that right there made me feel so much better.

“Thank you,” I whispered, knowing I sounded lame as hell because it wasn’t like I needed her permission or anything. “I’m going to get going.”

Once I had my stuff ready, I stopped dead when I left out of my front door. Gavin’s white Camaro was parked horizontally, blocking our driveway. He was leaning against the passenger side, snacking on a can of sour cream Pringles.

I got all giddy inside at the sight of him. He made jeans and a T-shirt look like high fashion.

“Hey,” I said as I came down the driveway.

Gavin didn’t smile at me. He just looked at me, his gaze lingering on my breasts and legs, making me feel hot in a way I wasn’t used to.

“You are killing me right now,” he said in a gruff tone.

“How are your ribs?”

“Better,” he replied, straightening himself and taking a step toward me.

I bit my lip as I looked up at him.

“You look gorgeous, Scar, and it’s killing me right now that you don’t know you’re mine.”

I opened my mouth with his admission. What did I say to that?

“You said you’d give me time?” I tried.

Gavin played with a tendril of my hair before he answered. “Honestly, it feels like my whole life I’ve been waiting.”

“Gav,” I whispered.

He brought his head down and rested it on top of mine.

“One of these days, Scar, you are going to wake up knowing you’re mine, and when that day happens, that’s it, babe…”

He didn’t finish his sentence; instead, he pressed a kiss to my forehead.

“Come on, let’s go, or you’re going to be late to class,” he said.

“I have my own car.” I pointed to said car that was in the driveway.

“I have an away game this weekend, practices, and group projects—unless you don’t want to see me until next week, then fine, go in your car.”

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