weekend.”
We pass under the street light close to our apartment and I can see her happiness has faded a little. “He didn’t mention it. I didn’t either. I didn’t want to sound needy or clingy.”
I laugh aloud at her comment. “First of all, I’ve never known you to be either. Second of all, the guy is freaking crazy about you. Maxton even said that he’s never seen Brighton act this way about a girl. He’s into you, just as much as you are him. Trust me,” I tell her.
She pulls the car into our complex and shuts it off. Turning her head to face me, she demands, “You have to tell me everything.”
I chuckle at her excitement. “I already told you. Maxton just said that Brighton really likes you and that it’s the first time he’s seen him like a girl this much. That’s it, I promise,” I tell her.
“I know it’s too soon to like him this much. I’m not in love with him or anything, but he’s just… gah! His kisses…” She touches her lips as if she can still remember the feel.
I run my fingers over my palm as I remember the tender touch of his lips there. That wasn’t the only time his lips touched my skin tonight. It also wasn’t the only time I wanted them to. I wanted him to kiss me in the gazebo. Hell, I wanted him to kiss me in his bedroom. I’m glad he didn’t. I’m not sure I would have found the will power to resist his hard body. I need to be very careful around one Maxton Cooper.
Nicole and I end up sitting in her car, just listening to the radio and talking. We eventually decide that ice cream sounds good, so we drive to McDonalds and get a McFlurry. When we get back to the apartment, we grab our treats and head inside. Just as we are getting out of the car, a big black truck roars into the parking lot. We both freeze as we watch Maxton climb out of the driver’s side and Brighton the passenger.
“Where in the hell have you been?” they say in unison.
Brighton is beside Nicole within a few strides of his long legs. Maxton is on his heels, rounding the car and pulling me into his chest. I feel him release a shuddering breath and kiss the top of my head. I step away from him and look over the car to see Brighton with his hands on both sides of Nicole’s face.
“You were supposed to call. You said you would call when you got home and you didn’t. I tried calling your cell, but there was no answer. I didn’t have Kensington’s number.” He pulls her into his chest and wraps his arms around her. I can tell by the look on his face that he was worried sick about her.
Maxton tucks a loose hair behind my ear. He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t need to. The embrace when he got here tells me he was worried as well.
“Sorry, we sat in the car talking, and then decided to go for ice cream,” I say, holding up my McFlurry.
Maxton grabs my spoon and takes a big bite, returning the spoon as if nothing happened. I ignore the move and walk around the car to join Nicole and Brighton, Maxton right behind me.
“You want to come in?” Nicole asks Brighton.
“No, babe.” He runs his fingers through his hair. “I was just worried. I wanted to make sure you were okay.” He leans in and kisses the top of her head, then turns to me. “Can I please have your cell number, so the next time my girl forgets to call me and her cell dies, I can at least try you before I freak the fuck out?” he says.
I smile at Nicole as I recite my number to him. Maxton places his hands on my shoulder as he tells Brighton to text him my number. I roll my eyes at his request, but I don’t argue.
I hear Maxton’s phone beep behind me and he gives my shoulders a gentle squeeze. “All right, let us walk you to the door and then we’ll go,” Brighton says.
“Bright, we can—” he places his finger up to her lips to shush her.
“I need to know you’re safe and sound. I’m already here; there is no reason for me not to make sure of that,” he says, pulling her toward the entrance of
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