Page 33 of Barefoot Dreams
“Surprisingly, I did. Was that part of lavender’s magic too?”
“Oh, no that would be damiana. Want a batch?”
I’m shaking my head, chuckling at her teasing. We never had this before. This easy banter.
She was mostly running around Cal, Luke, and I, bothering us as all the younger sisters do I imagine. But this? This is nice.
Too nice.
“What are you doing up there?”
“I live here.” Julie smiles softly, laying her head on her knees, and I feel that smile pierce right through me once again.
Retreat, Griffin. Go home. You shouldn’t stand here.She has a boyfriend.And you're still confused.
But before I can listen to my sane thoughts, she calls out, “Would you like to come up?”
And the idiot who’s apparently hung up on his best friend’s little sister takes over, nodding with unhinged enthusiasm.
Way to keep it cool, Griffin.I sigh again.
Friends. We can be friends. She’s friends with Jacob and it doesn’t interfere with her love life. I can do that.
Way to lie to yourself, Griffin.
“There’s a staircase around the back,” she instructs, and I make my way around the yellow building, taking two colorful stone steps at a time, as if I'm in a race. When I climb up, Julie is already standing at the front door, and I nearly miss the last few steps when the sight of her bare legs greets me.
Jesus Christ…I didn’t realize she was barely wearing anything when she was sitting at her window. Okay, fine, it’s not barely anything, it’s a longish, oversized hunter green T-shirt that looks perfect on her pearly white skin. But the problem is, it’s barely hitting her mid-thigh.
I slow my moves as my greedy eyes eat up the forbidden sight in front of me and when I finally manage to drag my eyes up, I nearly trip and fall down those stairs behind me because of-fucking-course she’s not wearing a bra. Her small razor-sharp nipples poking right through the cotton material
Why would she?
It’s so much better to torture me than her breasts…
Fuck.
She’s not available, think of that. She has a boyfriend.
Yeah, fuck no. I won’t think of that.
If I thought resisting my best friend’s little sister was hard at eighteen…I’m most certainly fucked now.
Think of Callum and all the ways he’ll kill you if you touch his little sister. He told you to never look at her. Did he somehow know that I’d be lost in her all these years later?
Somehow, it doesn’t have the same desired effect as it did back then.
“Well, look at that! Not only did my magical lavender forced you out of hiding but it made you come up all the way here.” The little minx hides her joke behind an almost innocent face.
Almost! Because there’s nothing innocent about the way she’s taunting me with her body right now. Nothing innocent to the way my dick is reacting.
Hell…this day is pure hell. I shift, trying to mask what’s happening behind my zipper right now.
“What can I say? I think you found my weakness. Please don’t tell the enemies.”
Julie laughs. That same free kind of laugh. “Why would I give up that kind of ammunition when I might need to use it myself.” I can finally see that playful spark in her eyes and it’s not helping at all. “Wait till I bring you some turmeric. That little devil will cleanse you so well, you just might ask me to marry you. Can you imagine explaining that one to Callum?” She laughs, throwing her head back. “At least we’ll have something to blame, right? Sweet daisies, Griffin…you’re barefoot?”
Julie’s gaze is locked on my feet while my mind is trying hard as hell to keep calm right now.
