Page 56 of Riding Jamie

Thatissomething to celebrate.

I grin at Jamie, pulling him in for another quick kiss.

“Let’s get something fancy,” I say.

“Whatever my girl wants.”

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About Breaking Oakley

I’ve been in love with Jamie Walker for as long as I can remember.

He’s devastatingly handsome and impossible to resist.

He’s my highschool sweetheart,

My best friend,

and also the bull rider my dad doesn’t approve of.

With my eighteenth birthday and graduation around the corner,

I’m ready to give Jamie all of me.

Heart, body, and future.

But what happens if he isn’t ready to do the same?

Is the passion between us strong enough

to burn through everything that stands in our way

Or will I have to say goodbye,

And surrender myself to a broken heart?

Chapter One

OAKLEY

Holding my breath,I slip through the front door at two minutes to midnight, trying to be as quiet as I can. But, I should’ve known Mom would be waiting for me. She pulls her robe closer around her and greets me with a smile.

“Happy birthday, honey,” she says. “Did you have fun?”

I nod, letting her hug me as I pretend to stifle an exaggerated yawn.

“Yeah, I’m just really tired.” I’m desperate to get upstairs. In two minutes—no—one now—I’m going to be officially over eighteen. And Jamie’s waiting for me in the tree outside my bedroom window.

“Okay…” she hesitantly replies, giving me the look only mothers can give. “Are you sure you’re okay? You look flushed,” she adds, pressing a hand to my forehead.

“I’m fine, I promise. Just super tired.”

“Okay, then. Well, you should go upstairs and get to sleep. Big day later. Goodnight, darling,” she replies before kissing my cheek, and turning toward her room. The door closes with a soft click before the yellow glow of the bedroom lamp goes out.

Everything about what I’m about to do completely goes against my parents' wishes, sort of. I promised I’d keep my virginity until I turned eighteen… But the no-boys-in-the-bedroom rule—that’s about to go out the window.

With every step up the stairs, my heart beats a little faster. I’ve waited so long for this, and now that the moment is here… I can’t keep the flutter of nerves in my stomach at bay. It isn’t like we haven’t done things before. I mean, hell, we’ve donea lotof things before, but not this.

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