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laughed faintly. “You can call it whatever you want. But I won’t be talking with anyone else. Or kissing anyone else. Or touching anyone else. If you can try to deal with my life.”
“I see,” I whispered, looking down at our intertwined hands.
Lucky had dumped a large amount of reality on me all at once. He was just a guy. But he also wasn’t. I could see that now. And if he was able to make his dreams come true, whoever was with Lucky would have to share Landon Evans with the world.
It was a lot to process about someone. At least he had told me the truth. “Can I have a little time to think about this?”
“Sure. I understand.” He nodded his head.
Neither of us said anything else. The truck had grown cold, and I shivered a little. Part of me wanted to scoot back over to his side and pick up where we left off. But the sensible side of my brain—the one that had controlled my actions for most of my life—said I needed to go inside and think this through.
“Why don’t you walk me to my door?” I smiled at him.
“Okay.” He agreed, but I saw the sadness in his eyes before he cut it off with a smile.
I opened the passenger’s side and jumped out, meeting him in front of the hood. He reached for my hand, holding my fingers as we walked in silence.
As we reached the steps, Lucky let go and stepped away. “Good night, Katie.”
He was giving me space and I already didn’t like the distance. And I got caught up in the moment, in the way he made me want things and do things. Leaning up on my tiptoes, I pressed my lips to his. He wrapped his arms around my body, holding me in a tight grip as his mouth moved softly. Lucky was in control again. And I liked it.
He kissed me deeply. I felt his hands moving over my back, touching me gently. Once again, I found myself melting under the feel of his lips and the way his tongue knew exactly how to touch mine.
I don’t know how much time passed before he eventually let go. I looked up into his brown eyes as Lucky traced a finger down the side of my cheek. He let out a deep breath, making a cloud between us in the cold air. “Can I call you tomorrow?”
“Yeah.” I nodded.
He gave me one last kiss on the forehead before letting me go. Without his body heat, the cold tried to swallow me up. I ran up the steps to the house. After closing the door, I leaned against it for a few minutes.
My heart was still beating fast and my lips ached. But a good ache. I think during the course of our first kiss, Lucky really had done the impossible. His mouth had erased every memory of every pair of lips that had touched mine before tonight.
And I wanted this with him. But part of me was scared. A relationship with a person like Lucky would not be easy. It would be difficult and at the same time, almost like a real-life fairytale. The ordinary girl swept up in the beautiful chaos of a sweet country singer.
The thought shocked me. Maybe I could be the girl in the fairytale. It didn’t feel so bad. Actually, it felt pretty good. It made me smile. Because he made me smile.
I walked through the dark house, wearing that big dopey grin. Peyton’s door was open, but she wasn’t home. I didn’t want to imagine where she was tonight. Skylar’s was shut, but that also meant Dylan was there too. I continued on to my bedroom, closing the door behind me. Yet, the smile didn’t leave.
I got ready for bed and climbed under the covers. I couldn’t sleep. Not after what happened with Lucky tonight. Tossing around, I finally sat up and worked on the grocery list for tomorrow’s trip to the store.
And then I heard the ding. I knew it was from Lucky before I even picked up my phone.
L UCKY:
And as my head touches the pillow,
Sometimes I have to remember,
Tonight’s not the end.
Tomorrow will come.
And it starts all over again.
I’ll never stop trying, until your heart is mine.
’Cause nothing has ever felt this right.
Good night, my darling. Good night.
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“I see,” I whispered, looking down at our intertwined hands.
Lucky had dumped a large amount of reality on me all at once. He was just a guy. But he also wasn’t. I could see that now. And if he was able to make his dreams come true, whoever was with Lucky would have to share Landon Evans with the world.
It was a lot to process about someone. At least he had told me the truth. “Can I have a little time to think about this?”
“Sure. I understand.” He nodded his head.
Neither of us said anything else. The truck had grown cold, and I shivered a little. Part of me wanted to scoot back over to his side and pick up where we left off. But the sensible side of my brain—the one that had controlled my actions for most of my life—said I needed to go inside and think this through.
“Why don’t you walk me to my door?” I smiled at him.
“Okay.” He agreed, but I saw the sadness in his eyes before he cut it off with a smile.
I opened the passenger’s side and jumped out, meeting him in front of the hood. He reached for my hand, holding my fingers as we walked in silence.
As we reached the steps, Lucky let go and stepped away. “Good night, Katie.”
He was giving me space and I already didn’t like the distance. And I got caught up in the moment, in the way he made me want things and do things. Leaning up on my tiptoes, I pressed my lips to his. He wrapped his arms around my body, holding me in a tight grip as his mouth moved softly. Lucky was in control again. And I liked it.
He kissed me deeply. I felt his hands moving over my back, touching me gently. Once again, I found myself melting under the feel of his lips and the way his tongue knew exactly how to touch mine.
I don’t know how much time passed before he eventually let go. I looked up into his brown eyes as Lucky traced a finger down the side of my cheek. He let out a deep breath, making a cloud between us in the cold air. “Can I call you tomorrow?”
“Yeah.” I nodded.
He gave me one last kiss on the forehead before letting me go. Without his body heat, the cold tried to swallow me up. I ran up the steps to the house. After closing the door, I leaned against it for a few minutes.
My heart was still beating fast and my lips ached. But a good ache. I think during the course of our first kiss, Lucky really had done the impossible. His mouth had erased every memory of every pair of lips that had touched mine before tonight.
And I wanted this with him. But part of me was scared. A relationship with a person like Lucky would not be easy. It would be difficult and at the same time, almost like a real-life fairytale. The ordinary girl swept up in the beautiful chaos of a sweet country singer.
The thought shocked me. Maybe I could be the girl in the fairytale. It didn’t feel so bad. Actually, it felt pretty good. It made me smile. Because he made me smile.
I walked through the dark house, wearing that big dopey grin. Peyton’s door was open, but she wasn’t home. I didn’t want to imagine where she was tonight. Skylar’s was shut, but that also meant Dylan was there too. I continued on to my bedroom, closing the door behind me. Yet, the smile didn’t leave.
I got ready for bed and climbed under the covers. I couldn’t sleep. Not after what happened with Lucky tonight. Tossing around, I finally sat up and worked on the grocery list for tomorrow’s trip to the store.
And then I heard the ding. I knew it was from Lucky before I even picked up my phone.
L UCKY:
And as my head touches the pillow,
Sometimes I have to remember,
Tonight’s not the end.
Tomorrow will come.
And it starts all over again.
I’ll never stop trying, until your heart is mine.
’Cause nothing has ever felt this right.
Good night, my darling. Good night.
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