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“Ow!” Callie responds and I’m imagining a good straight on boob punch, right at the tit. “He wouldn’t leave. I tried.” She’s lying, but it got Kandace down the stairs, so I won’t rat her out.
The door opens just a few inches, enough for me to see her red hair, and for the sun to catch that little sparkle of gold in her eyes. She’s wearing big blue rimmed cat-eye glasses. I’ve never seen her in glasses and I’m star-struck. With every new look I see of her, I’m in awe and rendered speechless.
It takes me a minute to see she’s glaring at me. Not really at me, more like at my shoulder. She’s doing everything she can to avoid eye contact.
“Hi.” I hand the flower through the door.
She steps into view in a tight pink tank top, no bra, with her nipples puckering against the fabric from the chilly breeze, and short booty shorts. I’d like to think it’s my presence that makes the little bumps form on her skin and the small buds to show. But it’s cold out here, too cold for what she’s wearing.
“What do you want?”
“A friend.” I don’t know where that came from, but my pure intention for tonight was a friendly drive around, maybe some food. A get to know each other night out to gain some of that trust.
Her hand goes to her hip, but she’s still looking behind me. “Stop asking around for my number.”Oops.“If I wanted you to have it, you’d have it.”
“Sorry,” I say with an innocent shrug and hold the carnation out again as a sign of my sincere apology.
She takes it, annoyed with me already. The way she grabbed it out of my hand tells me she’s just going to throw it away. Penny said they were cute, but maybe Kandace thinks otherwise. I really don’t know what’s going on inside her head, but I’d love to find out.
I follow her inside once she turns away and leaves the door open.
She’s at the counter with her hand resting on her juicy, bite-worthy hip, talking to Callie, who’s curling her hair in the mirror between the stairs and the kitchen. I imagine walking those steps blindfolded, holding Kandi’s hands, anticipating what will come next.
“Who said you can come in?” Kandace’s snarky comment interrupts my thoughts.
“You left the door open,” I say, motioning behind me.
“Here, have a seat.” Callie offers the stool next to her by the kitchen countertop.
“I’ll be back,” Kandace mutters, taking the flower upstairs with her.
Well, maybe she does like them.
“Eyes off the ass, Romeo,” Callie says, noticing how I watch Kandace ascend the stairs.
Her plump ass jiggles with a small bounce at each step. Her hips sway with every move upward.
“Is she really coming back?” I ask after a few minutes of sitting and watching Callie curl one small section of hair at a time.
“I convinced her if she hangs out with you, then you’ll leave her alone.” Callie winks before turning back to the mirror.
At least I have her friends on my side. That could really work in my favor, and I need all the help I can get.
A few more minutes later and I’m getting anxious. It’s quiet and I look around, tapping my fingers on the counter. Bouncing my leg on the stool.
Callie is still curling her hair. Only half her head is done. Is this why girls take so long to get ready? I have sisters, but their hair is naturally curly. At least I think it is. Mine is. Is curling your hair really worth it to take this much time? Straight or curly, it doesn’t matter to me. As long as I can twirl it around my fist and give it a good tug, I’m good. Short hair isn’t bad either, I can work with that.
There’s a legal pad on the kitchen countertop. The handwriting on it is delicate. That’s the best way to describe it. My handwriting has been called chicken scratch, but this one flows together in perfect script. Neatly sculpting words across the lines in the yellow paper.
The top saysIdeas for Charity Fundraisers.It’s an extensive list. Some of it is already crossed out. Carnival, Keg Party, Car Wash. Those are crossed out. It’s getting close to winter, Drexton doesn’t get much of a fall season, but I wouldn’t mind getting my car washed by some Delta Nu’s.
Specifically, a feisty redhead who’s playing hard to get. My mind goes right to her in a string bikini, washing my white Jeep. That blue-green color she loves so much wedged between her luscious cheeks as she kneels over my hood. Slowly, rubbing circles of soap before drenching herself with water to rinse off.
A hand slams on top of the pad as she clears her throat to get my attention. Kandace moves the paper away and sticks it in the drawer.
“Yours? The handwriting is beautiful.” I’m being serious, but she rolls her eyes and heads for the door.
Her glasses are gone and her hair has been smoothed straight out. She’s dressed in her tight jeans but with a cropped sweater, showing off a peek of her midriff and accentuating her hips.
