“Ready to go?” I flash a hopeful smile.
She knows how traumatic flying is for me, and right now I just want a nap. It’s still way too early in the morning to be dealing with people. Especially very specific people whose cock I just saw. In front of my very eyes.
One very, very specific delicious person who I’ve had a crush on since I was a teenager. A very delicious person who, until today, I thought was nothing but douchiness thanks to being BFFs with Johnny White. I think I might have been a little wrong about him, and I don’t know what the fuck to do with that any more than I know what to do with the mental images of that mondo cock I just saw in the bathroom.
Mom returns my smile, but half-turns back to Mrs. Ass. Ashe. Fuck.
“Savvy, this is Mandy Ashe. She and I go way back. We went to high school together but fell out of touch over the years. We were just catching up. Did you know her son goes to school with you?”
Do. I. ever. Yeah, Mom. I do know he’s in school with me. I give a tight-lipped smile and nod as Mandy’s face brightens. Oh no. She’s looking over my shoulder like the light of her life just appeared. Dammit. Dammit, dammit, dammit.
“Hey, Mom.” Justin brushes my shoulder as he passes, then grabs his mom in a bear hug.
Okay, that’s kinda sweet.
Nope. No. No. No. No sweet. No hot. No wanting to climb that tree-trunk dick like a freakin’ Bengal tiger.
Cheating cheater who cheats on all the things. Tests and women. I don’t want his dick. Heisa dick. A cheating dick. We don’t hold space for cheating dicks.
Ovaries before brovaries.
Ovaries before brovaries.
Ovaries before brovaries.
The warmth at seeing the smile on his face as he hugs his mom drowns out the chant in my head.
“Hey, honey.” She squeezes him before stepping back. “This is Abby Bowen, and her daughter Savannah. She goes to UCR. Do you know her?”
The corner of his mouth twitches as he meets my gaze before those perfectly kissable lips tilt into a smile. “We sat together on the plane. Hi, I’m Justin.” He reaches a hand to Mom who takes it and gives a shake.
“Abby. It’s lovely to meet you, Justin.”
It’s not lovely, Mom. He’s the enemy.
She gives him a warm smile before flexing her eyes at me in an “isn’t he so dreamy” kind of subliminal message. Yeah, Mom. But all that glitters is not gold. And this guy may be enchanting on the outside, but inside he’s a cheater.
Cheater, cheater, pumpkin eater.
“We should…” I hook a thumb over my shoulder toward the exit beckoning me to safety. Okay, so not safety, but away fromhim.
Mom flaps her hand at me. “Excuse her rudeness. She doesn’t like to fly.”
I half expect him to snort an “I’ll say,” but Justin’s face turns more serious as he nods, holding me hostage with those eyes.
Sigh. Those eyes.
Wait. Does he have a full-size suitcase? He has hockey games to get back to, so I know for a fact he’s not staying long, at most a couple days.
What the hell kind of diva is he that he takes an entire case back home for Thanksgiving? I guess he couldn’t fit all his douchiness into a carry-on bag.
Even as I think the words I know they’re not true. He’s been nothing but sweet since we left Cedar Rapids. But it’s a front. It has to be. No one cheats with someone out in the open like he did and isn’t a dick.
Mom claps her hands together, her “great idea” signal, and I groan, out loud, drawing a strange look from Justin. “I know. We should all get together tomorrow for Thanksgiving dinner.”
My stomach drops. This is not a good plan. Sometimes Mom acts without thinking. This is clearly one of those times.
I expect Mandy to wave it off. It’s Thanksgiving—everyone has plans already, and everyone hangs with their family. There’s no way. They definitely have plans and can’t just abandon their own celebration to come and join ours.
