Page 120 of Collide
Summer pulls away and looks over my shoulder to glare. “Your cock blocking worked, assholes.”
I turn to the two idiots grinning from ear to ear. “What did they do?”
“You don’t know?” Her eyes are round with surprise. “They crashed my date.”
Dylan grins. “You were moping around like a lovesick puppy.”
“And since you weren’t going to do anything about it, we took it upon ourselves. You’re welcome.” Kian says proudly.
I shake my head. I realize these reckless and loyal friends of mine, have my back like no other.
“Lovesick puppy, huh?” Summer teases, planting an affectionate kiss on my cheek.
The doorbell rings, and Kian shoots past us, reappearing with the pizza boxes. “You staying, Sunny? We got plenty of food.”
“I should probably get home.” She gestures to her soaked clothes, shivering ever so slightly.
“Fuck, you’re probably freezing. Come on, I’ll get you a change of clothes.” I take her hand and lead her to the stairs.
“You two better be quick, or I’m eating your food,” Kian says.
“There’s no way they’ll be quick,” answers Sebastian passing us in the hall to head to the kitchen.
“I’ll take their share,” says Cole, making his first appearance of the day.
Upstairs, in the quiet of my bathroom, Summer stands behind me as I set the shower temperature.
“I think I can work a shower, Aiden.”
“Let me feel useful.”
“Be useful over here,” she says, peeling off her wet top.
I crouch in front of her, unzipping her skirt. “You wore this for him?” I ask, tugging it. The insecurity in my voice is embarrassing.
“You’re the one taking it off, Crawford. I wouldn’t be complaining.”
A chuckle escapes me as I kiss her stomach. She’s right. The last thing I should do is complain when she’s half-naked.
“I’ll leave some clothes on the bed.” My hands linger on her soft skin, and I have a hard time pulling away. Though, I don’t get far because she pulls me right back. I search the brown eyes that stare up at me so innocently.
“Will you shower with me, Aiden?”
“You sure?” I’m trying not to look like a puppy offered a treat. She just confessed how she feels, which is a lot for her, and I don’t want her to feel suffocated.
“Are you choosing now to be a gentleman?” She takes a step back and unhooks her bra, dropping it to the bathroom floor, then pulls down her panties and tosses them at me. “I’m yours, Aiden. Treat me like it.”
She’s mine.And she's perfect. “You are,” I say, my throat thick.
“So, it’s only right that you get the Summer Preston girlfriend experience.”
I’m rock-hard. “Girlfriend? Is that the word we’re using?”
“Mm. I figured you’d like it.” She eyes my pants with a demure smile. My hands itch to touch her, so I pull her towards me.
“And what would that make me?”
Her hands glide up my biceps, causing a tremor to run through me. “My boyfriend. My hot, sexy, kind boyfriend.”
