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I shook my head, dazed. “Does this mean—” I started to ask, only to grow shy. “Are we—?”
She bit the corner of her lip and blushed. “Do you want us to?”
“Yes.” I released another breath and burrowed my face in her hair. “You have no idea how much I want to be with you.”
She swallowed, letting me know she was as nervous and unsure as I was. Then she blurted, “I wrote back. A response to your letter. While I was waiting for you to get home from football practice. Do you want to read it?”
She looked so hopeful and beautiful, that I said, “Yes.”
“Okay,” she answered, then grinned at me and fetched a new note she’d left on my bed.
I blew out a long breath, then met her steady, bright blue gaze before dropping my attention to unfolding the note and reading what it had to say.
Dear Beau,
You too are worthy. Because I say you are.
Love, Bentley.
Love. I looked up at her, realizing this was the word I’d always felt and never understood whenever I was around her. I loved this girl.
Dropping the note, I grinned at her and stepped forward, meeting my mouth with hers as she leaped at me to kiss me back.
The End
Insta-Family
And finally, one last peek into the life of Lucy Olivia
Happens during and after
Secrets That We Keep
Chapter One
Lucy Olivia
FIRST IMPRESSION
The first time I met Vaughn Merrill, he was a total asshole.
I mean, there I was, trying to make the walk of shame as silently and inconspicuously as possible. But when I opened the door to the guy’s bedroom I was sneaking from, boom, this massive wall of chest covered in a maroon Henley blocked my path.
It startled the ever-loving crap out of me. So, of course, I screamed.
In return, the man lurched back, dropping the raised hand he had fisted as if he’d been about to knock, and he blinked at me once before booming, “What the hell?”
“Huh?” another voice grumbled from the bed behind me, making me cringe because great. This was just great. We’d awoken the one-night stand.
Now I’d have to talk to him and tell him good morning and goodbye and all that awkward shit I didn’t want to do because I’d never actually had a one-night stand before, so I wasn’t too clear on the proper protocol for what happened next, ergo I had decided to just, you know, forego the whole morning-after step and bolt while the bolting was good.
But thanks to the looming man in front of me, my beautiful, ingenious plan had been botched completely.
Curse you, loomy man. Now this moment was going to suck even worse than it already did.
Did I say that aloud to him, though? No. I was actually an adult and kept my cool. Unlike him.
“Oh God, sorry,” I gasped, still clutching my chest. All a nice, polite, human-sounding apology. “I did not expect someone to be standing right there when I opened the door.”
