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He tightens his arms around me and kisses the top of my head. “I meant every word. Tell me you did too.”

I struggle to roll over on top of him. My leggings are still dropped around my knees, making it hard to move. But I manage. Once I’m facing him, I cup his face. “I meant it. It looks like you’ve got yourself a girlfriend.”

A sly smile covers his face. “Good.”

Then he kisses me like it’s the last time he’s ever going to get the chance.

Chapter17

Costumes, beer, and forks in the road.

Mac

Why did I let Sophia talk me into this? I look like an idiot.

It’s Halloween, and it’s tradition in Beaver that we dress up and party at The Forks. The Forks being a literal fork in the road in the middle of nowhere. The hills of southern Ohio are littered with unnamed dirt roads. Long before my time, this particular dirt road became a local hangout.

One unnamed and hardly traveled dirt road meets with another in the middle of a forested area on a nearby hill. Hence, The Forks. In all the years we’ve partied out there, maybe three cars have come up on us, requiring us to move a truck or two to let them pass. No one ever complains about it. I guess it’s better than partying in the old school’s parking lot in town.

As long as no one gets hurt, no one seems to care where we party. The community’s views are the same for the Meadow. Out of sight. Out of mind. And no trouble to be seen.

I pull up outside of Clara’s house and grumble as I look down at myself. Sophia begged me to dress up in a couple’s costume. I should have waited until she decided what those costumes would be before I agreed. I’ll never make that mistake again.

Because I look ridiculous dressed as Steve fromStranger Thingsin his Scoops Ahoy uniform. She’s dressing up as his friend, Robin. Also in a Scoops Ahoy uniform.

I can’t believe you can buy that shit online and get it delivered in less than three days. Thank God she found a blue sailor’s uniform with long pants. I was not looking forward to those shorts with knee-high white socks. No, thank you. This shirt is bad enough with its red and white striped sailor collar and red tie that hangs to my waist. My brothers will never let me live this one down.

With any luck, the cold temperatures will be enough of an excuse to wear a jacket all night so no one will witness this monstrosity of a costume.

A few minutes later, I’m standing on Clara’s front porch and knocking. When Sophia opens the door, my heart stops beating. I may look ridiculous dressed up in this Scoops Ahoy sailor costume, but Sophia looks fucking hot.

She opted for shorts—very short shorts—and knee-high socks. Paired with nude-colored tights, her legs and ass look too good for public consumption. She even manages to make the blue shirt with the sailor’s collar and red tie look sexy. The growly caveman in me wants to sling her over my shoulder and drag her to her room and show her just how sexy I think she is.

I meet her eyes and her smile is so bright that I falter.I fucking falter. As in, I have to catch myself to keep from falling on my ass. What in the hell is wrong with me? Hot girls smiling at me never make me stumble around like a love-sick teenager.

She chuckles and reaches out to touch my arm like that’s going to be enough to steady me. It does the opposite. My insides tingle and shudder from need. “You alright there?”

I clear my throat and nod like a damn bobble head toy. “Yep. Totally fine. Why is it you make this costume look hot as fuck, while I look like an idiot?”

“You don’t look like an idiot.” She’s still grinning when she rests her hands on my chest and presses up to give me a chaste kiss. “You’re adorable. I like this look on you.”

“Adorable?” I frown. “I’m not adorable. Do I need to drag your ass upstairs and show you just hownotadorable I am?”

She tosses her head back and laughs even harder. “Maybe later. You promised me a party, and I’m in a partying mood.”

I tug her flush against me and groan into her mouth as I take her in a deep kiss. She melts against me, making it even harder to back away before this kiss turns into more.

But I manage.

“Fine. Grab a jacket and let’s get. We’ve got a stop to make first.”

“Oh! Jackets!” Her smile turns mischievous, and I narrow my eyes. I don’t like the way she said jackets. She rushes into the living room and returns moments later, holding two matching jackets. “I found these online. I didn’t think they’d come in time, but they arrived today.”

She shoves a blue jacket at me that’s very close to the same shade of blue as my Scoops Ahoy costume. I groan when I hold it up and see that it has the same damn sailor’s collar with red stripes that I was hoping to hide under my racing jacket tonight.

I glare at her. “Do I have to wear it?”

“Yes.” She frowns. “It’s part of our costume. We can’t hide all of this under a non-matching jacket.”

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