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Her eyes widen in shock. “Oh, my gosh. What do you think happened to her? What on earth is going on with this place. We can’t seem to catch a break!”
“They don’t know. But it’s unlike her, according to her parents and everyone the news reporters have spoken to. Even her friends have spoken up about this being out of character for her, and they’re worried. The police are finally taking it seriously since they found her phone earlier this morning down by the river. I think it’s why they got on the news so quickly. Seeing her parents so distraught on the television, begging for anyone who knows something to come forward, was really upsetting,” Jordan says, her eyes a little distant.
“They did? I didn’t hear about the phone on the news earlier. What a shame. Hope they find her. And I agree: seeing her parents like that got me all choked up,” I tell her.
Jordan turns her attention to me. “It’s not public knowledge. My mum asked me to take her lunch to work and I overheard a few officers talking about it at the police station.”
My stomach turns at what that could mean. It definitely isn’t good, that’s for sure.
“I hope they find her,” Willow whispers quietly. Without a word, Cole lifts her out of her chair and into his lap, kissing the side of her head.
“All we can do is pray for a safe return,” he tells her.
All of us are silent, not voicing our thoughts out loud. We all know the chances of Linda Cooper being okay is low.
I just hope they find out what’s happened to her and pray that she does turn up—in one piece.
CHAPTER FIVE
Over the past week, everything has dragged. With work, classes, and catching up with homework, I’ve barely had time to myself or for CJ.
I felt bad when I spent the one day I did have off with CJ’s mum and Willow, shopping. He still stays with me every night, even if I’m working late. It’s nice—having those moments with him. I just wish I could have more. We’ve settled into a nice routine, though, since getting together. Sometimes it feels like we’ve been together a lot longer. I already know all the important stuff, so getting to know all the little things about him is a bonus I don’t take for granted. He was there for me when he barely knew me. He got to me in ways not even my own family got to see, and he cared about everything I said and did.
Today is my birthday and waking up to sweet kisses across my neck is something I could definitely get used to for every birthday. I’ve not even opened my eyes and already I can tell you it’s the best birthday ever.
I hum lightly, still rousing from sleep, and tilt my neck to give him more access. He chuckles, licking the tender spot below my ear. I hum again deep in my throat, burying myself closer to him.
“Happy Birthday, Cupcake.”
Hearing ‘Cupcake’ used to drive me nuts. I hated it. Hated any pet name given to anyone. It made me want to scream at them to use our proper names.
Secretly though, I’d long to hear him say it to me. I had heard him call other girls ‘babe’, not out of endearment, but out of habit. So, when I hear him call me Cupcake, it means something to me, it makes my heart soar. And now, just like any other time he says it, I lock it away for safekeeping.
“Morning.” I open my eyes to find him staring down at me, his filled with light and lust. CJ, when he first wakes up, gets these cute little crinkles at the side of his eyes. Seeing them, I know he’s not been awake long. They make him hotter, and I didn’t think that was possible. The man is every young girl’s heartthrob.
My head rests back against the pillow, my hand wrapping around his neck to play with the back of his hair. It’s soft, like silk. It’s one of my favourite things to do. CJ seems to like it too. His eyes close, a blissful expression on his face.
I move closer, wanting him to kiss me. Figuring out what I want, he moves between my legs. He’s already hard, causing me to squirm.
We may not have had sex yet, and I may still be waiting for the right moment, but my body? My body is screaming for a release I know only he can give me. I’ve wanted to explore more than our heated kisses for a while, but I’ve never had the courage to bring up the topic.
Now, I’m twenty, and for the first time since I was a teenager and knew what sex was, I feel like I’m missing out, wasting time waiting for something that will eventually happen. I might not want sex right now, but I do want to go further in our relationship.
“Touch me,” I whisper against his mouth, before kissing him, making sure he can’t say anything to ruin the moment.
His body stiffens under my touch, but the second I run my tongue over his bottom lip, he relaxes, deepening the kiss.
If I had given him chance to talk, he would have asked me to explain, and explaining is something I really don’t want to do when I can show him. And he’ll only make me embarrassed, calling me out when I begin to blush.
My fingers glide down from his neck to his back, feeling his muscles clench under my touch as I go. His narrow waist is next, and I feel myself gripping him when he gasps, kissing the edge of my jaw.
I almost forget what I’m trying to accomplish when he grinds himself against my core, causing me to moan. He’s done this a few times while we’ve been kissing heatedly. I knew then, though, that it wouldn’t go any further, whereas now, it will. I want it to. I’m ready for it to.
My fingers dig into his arse as I pull him against me, showing him how much I’m into this. He would usually stop before it got this far before, so I’m hoping he doesn’t this time.
I see stars when he slides the thin strap of my camisole off my shoulder, kissing me on my collar bone.
He flicks his tongue, and like he flipped a switch, my hips buckle beneath him, rubbing me against his hardness.
