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“Found it,” I say and grab the tube. “I’m taking it with me. I need to buy one already; I always forget.”
“Is he here?”
“No, not yet.” I look at my watch. “He’ll probably be here in a few minutes.” I open the lipstick tube and use Luci’s mirror to put some on, starting first with my cupid’s bow. When I finish swiping it onto my lips, I smack them together to spread the color and, with my finger, remove some from the area below my lip. My hair is down, and because I washed it this morning, the ringlets are fresh and bouncy all around my head.
“You look sexy! You’re definitely getting laid tonight, and I’m jealous!”
“We’ll see,” I say, trying to convince myself more than Luci. “What are your plans tonight?”
“Going to my mom’s for dinner, to hang out with her and my sister.”
“Nice, tell them I say hi and bring home leftovers, please. I love your mom’s cooking!”
“I will. Have fun, and make sure to use condoms.” She winks.
“You’re too much,” I say, laughing as I leave her bedroom and walk toward the front of the house. Luci’s right, though. Yesterday I bought some condoms to have in my bag, just in case. Nothing worse than getting hot and heavy with a guy then not having condoms—talk about a buzzkill! Never know how things will go tonight. I sit on the couch so I can look out the front window and see when he gets here.
Moments later, he pulls into the driveway, and I watch as he exits his Jeep, strutting toward the house. He walks with such confidence; it’s so sexy. I rise from where I’m sitting and hurry to meet him.
“Hi,” I say as I open the door.
“Hey, you.” He greets me in his usual manner by leaning in and kissing me on the cheek, except this time, it’s different. In the past, it was a quick cheek-to-cheek kiss, the greeting most acquaintances use. Now, he places his lips to my cheek and lets them linger for a few moments. They’re warm and soft. When he steps back, he gives me his megawatt smile. It makes my stomach flutter in anticipation.
“You ready?” he asks.
“Yeah.” I grab my leather jacket from the coatrack and pockabook off the table, and follow him, closing the door behind me.
We walk out to his Jeep Wrangler, side by side, him with his left hand on my lower back. I climb into the Jeep. It’s a hardtop, and inside it’s black on black—suits him well because he’s always dressed in all black.
When he starts driving, he asks, “Do you like to shoot pool?”
“Yeah, it’s been a while, but I like it.”
“Good, get ready to be schooled,” he says, chuckling.
At that moment, the Backstreet Boys song “I Want It That Way” starts playing on the radio. “I love this song,” I say and look over at him. He’s stretching his hand out to change the station but stops before doing so and scrunches his face. The lyrics begin, and I start singing along. Massimo keeps stealing glances at me as I belt out in song.
When it ends, he turns the volume down and asks, “You sing like that for all the boys?”
“Nah, just the ones I like,” I tease while staring at his profile. His nose is long and straight, and he purses his lips as he drives, his brow slightly furrowed in concentration. “What kind of music do you like?” I ask him.
“Mostly rock. Classic, 80s, heavy metal, but I listen to a little bit of everything. Some rap, hip-hop, dance classics, Italian music. Except country—can’t really get into country music.”
“And boy bands.”
“Yeah, those too.” He laughs.
“Where we going?”
“Jillian’s. Figured we could grab a bite, shoot some pool, maybe play some video games or something. You good with that?”
“Sounds fun. Haven’t been there in a while.”
CHAPTER 3
Cue Ball
MASSIMO
