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“Okay. So can I ask you something, Waylon?”
Waylon finally pulls his eyes from me to look at his sister. “Yeah.”
“How come Oakley smells like your aftershave and has a ring of hickeys going down her neck?”
My hands fly up to my neck, “Oh my God!”
I turn guilty eyes to Waylon hoping he can save both of us, but the look on his face says I’m not going to find any help there.
Chapter Twenty
Waylon
Terry decided to stay over. It was a tense couple of moments when she called us out. I thought I was going to have to catch Oakley. She looked like she was going to faint on me for a while. It was Terry who broke the tension.
“Aww, were you two kissing again? I think I’ve come to a decision. I like when you all kiss. You all should kiss more.”
I wonder if she would feel the same if she knew just exactly where I was kissing Oakley before she interrupted us.
“You…don’t mind if I kiss your brother?”
“Uh, no silly. And I don’t care what Lucy says. You are a ten, and you two make a cute couple.”
“Wait. What did Lucy say?”
“Oh, she said…”
“Terry! Don’t repeat that!”
“Terry, tell me exactly what Lucy said right now.”
“Okay, first, don’t order me around. You’re my brother, not my father. Second, he needs to know what’s being said, Oakley. It’s the only way for him to protect you. To know it all.”
She turns to me and spills it all.
“She said people were talking, saying Oakley did all this to herself so she could be close to you because it’s the only way you would have anything to do with her. Either that or I made you go out with her out of sympathy or something. She also said that you were a ten and Oakley wasn’t.”
What the hell? Who is this girl?
“Terry, I don’t think he needed to know all that! You could have just said we didn’t fit together.”
“But you do. Oakley, sweetie, you are a major hottie. Tell her she’s a hottie, Waylon.”
I walk over to her and take her chin so I can tip her head up, “Is that what this morning was about, sweetheart?”
She won’t meet my eyes and rolls her lips in between her teeth like she’s struggling to hold in what she wants to say. I use my thumb to pull her bottom lip out and rub against its softness.
“Is it, baby?”
“I’m sorry, Waylon. I should have…”
I stop her with a kiss. “You don’t have to be sorry, sweetheart. Next time, you come to me, I’ll tell you nothing but the truth. And the truth is…I can’t keep my fucking hands off you. You know that. Terry can tell you this isn’t how I normally act. I’venever had a problem keeping my hands off someone before, and with you, I can’t seem to stop touching you, kissing you,” I lean into her and whisper into her ear, “finding all the places that are soft and ready for me.”
She takes a shuddering breath, and the corners of her mouth tilt up in a secret smile. She likes it when I touch those soft places, when I kiss her and show her how much I love those places.
“Awww! That is so precious!”
We both turn to look at my sister, who has big, moon eyes and a sappy grin on her face. She lets out a heavy sigh, and a shadow of sadness comes into her eyes, but it’s gone before I can say anything. I look down at Oakley and see she must have spotted it too because she looks at Terry a little more intensely.
