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it define your happiness, then you're being stupid. And, Tessa, you are not a stupid woman."
Chapter Nine
Mandy and Skylar had been gone for twenty minutes when my dad threw a few more logs on the fire.
"Well, kids, it's getting late for us old folks. You two enjoy the fire," he said walking away with my mother in tow.
"Not too late, sweetie," my Mom added.
"Jewel, she's a grown woman," my dad said, his loud whisper carried back to us.
Garrett laughed and squeezed me closer. "Your family is amazing," he said.
"I like to think so; we might be too loud for someâ"
"No, it's nice. Sounds like home."
"Is your family anything like mine?" I asked. The fire illuminated Garrett's handsome face; the sun had set over an hour ago and being curled under his arm felt as intimate as last night. I felt comfortable with him; I didn't worry what I should or shouldn't say.
"Not really, most of my family is really soft spoken. But with six brothers and sisters, it gets loud even with them," he said.
"Holy cow! Are you serious? Six siblings," I said.
He laughed and his vibrating chest tickled my back. "Yep, I'm the middle child to top it off."
"So am I!"
"I knew there was something special about you, kindred spirits due to our siblings' abuseâWait, if you're the middle child, why does your dad call you baby sister?"
"Oh, it's just a term of endearment. He calls all of us girls that⦠sometimes Mandy refers to herself as the real baby sister."
He leaned down and kissed the top of my head. His lips made every nerve ending stand at attention, and I was hyper aware of every inch of myself that was pressed against his firm body. If I turned and rested my head on his thick shoulder, he would kiss me. I had no doubt he was waiting for me to do just that, but I didn't know if I would or could enjoy another man's kiss. Phil was the only boy I'd ever kissed, but I wanted to move forward and I wanted to kiss Garrett more than I had ever wanted to kiss someone.
I closed my eyes tightly and turned my head. Garrett pressed his full lips to mine, like I knew he would, and I was swept away. All I could feel was him; he was everywhere and in every thought running through my mind. His lips were warm and soft, and they kissed me without holding anything back. Moving my mouth with his, I shivered when his tongue caressed my bottom lip. Long fingers tangled in my hair, and he pulled me closer into him, deepening the kiss.
I sighed into his mouth.
Garrett released his hold on me, and I opened my eyes. His reflected the dancing fire and mirrored the blood pumping trough my veins â he had set them ablaze in a way I had never before experienced. He brought his hand to my face and brushed his thumb across my lips.
"I've been thinking about doing that since last night. Everything in me wanted to kiss you yesterday," he whispered. His warm breath against my mouth made my head spin.
"I wanted to kiss you too," I said leaning into him.
"Then why didn't you? Did I not make my intentions clear?" he teased.
"Oh, I knew what you wanted; I just don't kiss on the first date," I said feeling silly; most twenty-two-year-olds did a lot more than kiss on the first date.
"But the second date is okay, even if it happens to be the very next day?" he asked.
"It's the principle of the thing," I smiled.
"It's a good thing that I happen to like a girl with principles. They're hard to find, you know." He ran his fingers to the nape of my neck and kissed me softly.
"It's even harder to find a man with principles," I whispered when he released me.
He laughed. "I won't argue with you there. I'm in the Army, and guys talk â too much in my opinion. Can I take you somewhere tomorrow?" he asked.
I bit my lip; this trip was supposed to be about visiting my family. Our first date seemed so long ago, but it had just been the day before that I was supposed to go to a movie with my dad. He had taken days off work so he could hang out with me. "I'd like
Chapter Nine
Mandy and Skylar had been gone for twenty minutes when my dad threw a few more logs on the fire.
"Well, kids, it's getting late for us old folks. You two enjoy the fire," he said walking away with my mother in tow.
"Not too late, sweetie," my Mom added.
"Jewel, she's a grown woman," my dad said, his loud whisper carried back to us.
Garrett laughed and squeezed me closer. "Your family is amazing," he said.
"I like to think so; we might be too loud for someâ"
"No, it's nice. Sounds like home."
"Is your family anything like mine?" I asked. The fire illuminated Garrett's handsome face; the sun had set over an hour ago and being curled under his arm felt as intimate as last night. I felt comfortable with him; I didn't worry what I should or shouldn't say.
"Not really, most of my family is really soft spoken. But with six brothers and sisters, it gets loud even with them," he said.
"Holy cow! Are you serious? Six siblings," I said.
He laughed and his vibrating chest tickled my back. "Yep, I'm the middle child to top it off."
"So am I!"
"I knew there was something special about you, kindred spirits due to our siblings' abuseâWait, if you're the middle child, why does your dad call you baby sister?"
"Oh, it's just a term of endearment. He calls all of us girls that⦠sometimes Mandy refers to herself as the real baby sister."
He leaned down and kissed the top of my head. His lips made every nerve ending stand at attention, and I was hyper aware of every inch of myself that was pressed against his firm body. If I turned and rested my head on his thick shoulder, he would kiss me. I had no doubt he was waiting for me to do just that, but I didn't know if I would or could enjoy another man's kiss. Phil was the only boy I'd ever kissed, but I wanted to move forward and I wanted to kiss Garrett more than I had ever wanted to kiss someone.
I closed my eyes tightly and turned my head. Garrett pressed his full lips to mine, like I knew he would, and I was swept away. All I could feel was him; he was everywhere and in every thought running through my mind. His lips were warm and soft, and they kissed me without holding anything back. Moving my mouth with his, I shivered when his tongue caressed my bottom lip. Long fingers tangled in my hair, and he pulled me closer into him, deepening the kiss.
I sighed into his mouth.
Garrett released his hold on me, and I opened my eyes. His reflected the dancing fire and mirrored the blood pumping trough my veins â he had set them ablaze in a way I had never before experienced. He brought his hand to my face and brushed his thumb across my lips.
"I've been thinking about doing that since last night. Everything in me wanted to kiss you yesterday," he whispered. His warm breath against my mouth made my head spin.
"I wanted to kiss you too," I said leaning into him.
"Then why didn't you? Did I not make my intentions clear?" he teased.
"Oh, I knew what you wanted; I just don't kiss on the first date," I said feeling silly; most twenty-two-year-olds did a lot more than kiss on the first date.
"But the second date is okay, even if it happens to be the very next day?" he asked.
"It's the principle of the thing," I smiled.
"It's a good thing that I happen to like a girl with principles. They're hard to find, you know." He ran his fingers to the nape of my neck and kissed me softly.
"It's even harder to find a man with principles," I whispered when he released me.
He laughed. "I won't argue with you there. I'm in the Army, and guys talk â too much in my opinion. Can I take you somewhere tomorrow?" he asked.
I bit my lip; this trip was supposed to be about visiting my family. Our first date seemed so long ago, but it had just been the day before that I was supposed to go to a movie with my dad. He had taken days off work so he could hang out with me. "I'd like
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