I bypassed the front door because it was directly under their bedroom. Instead I made my way to the back corner of the house and let myself out through the sunroom.
I saw Brody’s Jeep parked three houses down from mine. The engine was running, but the lights were off. As soon as I step on the sidewalk, the Jeep rolled forward and I climbed into the passenger’s side.
“Hey, Ace,” I said and grinned at him. I wanted to touch him so bad. I could hardly keep my fingers to myself. I slipped my hands between my thighs and the seat to keep from reaching out to him.
“Hey back.” He smiled at me as he steered away from my house. “Where do you want to go?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. I thought you had this planned out.”
His eyes met mine. Open and vulnerable. His voice was soft when he said, “I just needed to see you. I didn’t think beyond that.”
“Um, there a small park down the road and to the right. We can go there if you want.”
We drove in silence until Brody turned into the park’s parking lot and turned off the Jeep. He turned sideways in his seat and looked at me.
“So.” He rubbed his hands up and down his thighs.
“Yeah.”
Why am I so nervous? I’ve been out with him before. I wasn’t nervous the night we drove to his aunt’s property and watched a movie. What’s different now?
Brody rubbed the back of his neck and gave a short laugh. “I’m freakin’ nervous.”
“Why? It’s just me.” I didn’t tell him I was nervous too. I thought that might make him more nervous. “Let’s go swing.” Jumping out of the Jeep, I started running toward the swings. “I’ll race ya,” I called over my shoulder, laughing.
Brody caught up with me easily. I squealed when he grabbed me around the waist and lifted me in the air
He let go of me, letting me slowly slide down his body. My breath quickened. And desire flowed through my veins. I held on to one of his arms, my other hand resting on his chest, where I could feel his heart beat racing, mimicking my own. I looked into his eyes as he leaned his face closer to mine. My lips parted, and I moistened them with the tip of my tongue. Brody watched my tongue move across my lips and groaned a curse.
He cupped the side of my face with one hand and placed the other on my hip, pulling me closer to him. Placing his thumb under my chin, he tilted my head to meet his. His lips were so close to mine that our breath mingled. Then he moved and kissed just in front of my earlobe.
He let his lips rest in front of my ear and murmured, “I’m not going to kiss you tonight. I’m not going to kiss you tomorrow, or the next night, or the next, or even the night after that. I want to. You don’t know how damn much I want to, but I won’t. Not as long as you belong to Jaden.” He kissed the side of my face again, sucking my earlobe gently into his mouth. I gasped, fisting my hands in his shirt. He pulled his head back and rested his forehead against mine.
He took my hand in his. We walked to the swings and sat down next to each other, swaying back and forth.
“So tell me all about Willow McKenna,” Brody said.
“Well, first, my name is Willow Rutherford, not McKenna. That’s Ralph’s name. He’s my stepdad.”
“Huh. How come I didn’t know that? I mean, I knew he was your stepdad, but I didn’t know your last name.”
“That’s because you were too mesmerized by my beauty and wit to be bothered by things as trivial as names.” I flipped my hair and batted my lashes at him.
He chuckled at my pose and kissed me on the nose. “That has to be it.”
“Either that, or you didn’t bother to find out my last name because you thought I was a bimbo.” I giggled at him.
“You will never let me live that down, will you?”
“Probably not. In fact, I’m thinking about putting it on a T-shirt,” I said.
“No way.”
“What? You said you liked my T-shirts.”
“I do, but you’re not going to wear a T-shirt that reads bimbo.” Brody shook his head. “Nope.”
“Oh, I wasn’t going to get it for me. I was going to get it for you.” I poked him in the chest and grinned.
“Ah, I see how it is.” He chuckled. “So Rutherford was your biological father’s name, then?”
I twiddled my fingers on the side of my thigh, looking at my feet. “Um, no. Rutherford is my mom’s maiden name. I don’t know who my biological father is. She was married once before. He was the closest thing I had to a father, but he died in a car accident. Six months later, she married Ralph.” I shrugged.
Shut up. Shut up now! You’re telling too much.
“Birthday?” he asked.
“Ugh, you’re not going to ask me what my sign is, are you?”
“No.” He snorted a laugh. “I just want to know when your birthday is.”
“May first.” I took a few steps backward, lifting my feet to swing forward.
“Really? Mine is April first.”
I skimmed my feet against the packed dirt ground under the swings until I came to a stop and angled myself toward Brody. “Your birthday is on April Fool’s Day?”
“Yes.” A grin tugged at his lips.
I giggled. “So you’re just a fool, then.”
He looked into my eyes, his blue eyes twinkling. “A fool for you.” He didn’t smile. There was no trace of teasing in his voice.
“Brody, you’re no one’s fool.” I tried to wave off what he’d said.
I’m with Jaden. Brody and I are just friends. So why did what he said make my stomach do somersaults? And why do my lips tingle with the need to feel his on them? Who am I kidding? Brody and I crossed the friend line a long time ago. And Jaden will never let me go.
We sat on the swings talking for more than an hour before Brody took me home.
“Would it be too greedy for me to ask if you can get away tomorrow night?” Brody asked before I got out of the Jeep.
“I was afraid you wouldn’t ask.”
He let out a breath and shook his head. “When it comes to you, it goes without saying that I want to spend every second I can with you.”
His answer filled me with the most exquisite feeling. I felt it bubble up within me, beginning in my heart and moving through my veins until it touched every part of me. I didn’t know what it was, but I’d never felt something so good, so right. “Then I’ll definitely be waiting for you tomorrow night. Same time.”
I was already looking forward to the next night and wondered what we’d do, what we’d talk about, where we’d go. Jaden never entered my mind.
“Oh, and Willow? The answer to the question is purple.” I tilted my head and looked at him, my brow wrinkled. He waved his hand at me. “Your shirt, ‘If you choke a Smurf, what color would it turn?’ It’d turn purple.”
“I don’t even want to know how you know that.” I shook my head slowly and jumped from the Jeep.
Brody chuckled. “See you in class.”
“Bye, Brody.”
I was still smiling when I climbed into bed. When I fell asleep, I dreamt of bright blue eyes looking into mine, as if they could see directly into my soul.
Wednesday. I dressed normally for Jenna. Well, I guessed you could call it normal. I called it my mourning outfit, a short, black shirt, black leggings, a black belt sitting diagonally on my hips, black boots, black nail polish, and black eyeliner. I looked like I’d just come from a funeral. Totally the vibe I was going for. I slipped in my skull and cross bone earrings that Jenna had bought me as a joke on Halloween the year before, and left for school.
Walking into the school building, I saw Jaden leaning against the locker next to mine. Jenna was pulling out her books from her locker. Papers and pens were falling from the shelf. Jaden stood there watching her, shaking his head. The idiot didn’t even try to help.