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Page 98 of Never His Girl

The next second, I’m in his arms again, and it isn’t sexual this time. It’s just a response to both of us needing to be close. Needing eachother.

“How’d I get so lucky?” he asks, smiling despite the weight of this conversation.

I shrug, smiling back. “Guess you’re not as big a dick as you think.”

That answer draws a laugh from him and I’m grateful he doesn’t seem nervous to talk later. I’m sure I can handle whatever he has to say, and he’ll learn something about me—I don’t bail on people. Not even when shit gets hard, or ugly. I said I was in this with him, and I meant it.

As long as he’s honest, as long as he’s willing to fight for us, I’m not going anywhere.

* * *

@QweenPandora:What have we here, Princess Parker?

Ditching school for a little retail therapy, are we? I suppose a girl has to soothe her broken heart somehow, but hopefully Daddy isn’t too upset when he gets the bill from today’s shopping spree.

I mean, seriously, did you leave anything on the shelves for the rest of us?

Hopefully, you got that out of your system. We get it, your guy moved on and it stings, but get a grip! Tis the season to have a smidge of dignity, woman!

As for the rest of you, be safe out there. I hear we’re expecting several inches tomorrow evening.

Get your minds out the gutter. I’m talking about snow.

Maybe ;)

Later, Peeps!

—P

Chapter 34

BLUE

I rinse the last dish and place it on the rack to dry, just as the doorbell rings.

Shit. He’s early. I was supposed to have twenty more minutes

“I’ll get it,” Scar offers, bouncing toward the door.

Meanwhile, I’m smoothing both hands through my hair, trying to push it back into my braid. Doesn’t work even a little, but I do the best I can. It’s still jacked up from sweating during practice, seeing as how I rushed home to cook right after, thinking I’d have time to shower before West showed up. Looks like I cut it too close, though.

“It’s Shane. Can he stay and game with me?” Scars eyes are lit up while she awaits my answer.

A relieved breath leaves my mouth, realizing it isn’tWest at the door.

“As long as you two stay in the living room.”

She rolls her eyes. “That’s where the game is, isn’t it?”

When I shoot her a look, she flashes a playful grin. The innocent expression doesn’t stand a chance against the memory of walking in on the two of them doing much more than playing a video game.

“I was kidding, but can he stay a while? I don’t have homework,” she whines.

She does that puppy dog thing with her eyes and I cave.

“Living room only,” I reiterate, bringing her grin back.

“I’m gonna go shower,” I announce in a hurry, already heading down the hall toward the bathroom, snatching my shirt off.




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