Kissing in Cars (Kiss and Make Up #1)(30)

I smile shyly, embarrassed to be caught checking him out.

Weston clears his throat loudly, and with a slight adolescent squeak, he manages, "So, uh... Did you have fun at the game this week?"

Oh thank god he's asking questions. I thought this was going to be awkward.

"Honestly, it was so intense. I was practically chewing on my blanket."

"Really?" He seem surprised, although I'm not sure why.

"Are you kidding me? When Cole Murdock scored on that trick shot during the 4th quarter by coming straight up the middle, I almost wet myself." I can't keep the enthusiasm out of my voice, and of course I would say something like that out loud...

Weston makes a "Pfft" sound and scoffs, trying not to sound impressed by my jargon, but lips don't lie: he is all smiles. "Please, that was such a rookie move. Anyone could have pulled that off. Besides, Murdock is a puss...Uhh..." his voice trails off.

"I'm sorry, what were you about to call him? Cole Murdock is a what...?" I cup my hand around my ear and lean in like I'm hard of hearing. Chuckling, I flop back against the seat again and fold my arms across my chest, smirking with satisfaction. "Nice one Weston." He looks at me and his eyes flicker to my boobs, which are currently being plumped up further by my arms. He's totally getting an eyeful.

Whoops.

"You can call me Wes, you know."

Hmmm. "What if I don't want to?" I ask boldly with a slight flirty lilt to my voice. Great, next I'll be twirling my hair around my finger and giggling at him. "I like the name Weston. It suits you."

"Honestly, you can call me anything you want..."

"Aww, I bet you say that to all the girls." Flirt, flirt, flirt my subconscious shouts at me.

This earns me a queer look, and he tips his head sideways as he looks out the front windshield at the road ahead of him. "Um, yeah... No. There are no other girls. Nice try though."





WESTON


It's really hard to concentrate with Molly sitting there flirting, looking all cute and shit and ten kinds of sexy. Her tan boobs are pushed up in that white strapless top, and this fantasy of pulling over onto the side of the road and trailing wet kisses up and down her neck is seriously f*cking with my head. I can barely keep my eyes on the road so I clutch the steering wheel tighter. She seriously needs to stop talking because everything coming out of her pert little mouth is rendering me practically senseless.

I can barely form an intelligible sentence.

What the f*ck?

Molly and I continue to talk easily but my responses... Er, I can't tell you what is coming out of my mouth at this moment. Mostly grunting and lots of "Uh huh, yeah" because I can't focus on the conversation. My sole goal is to get us to our destination in one piece.

As I sit there, once again my mind wanders to the fact that Molly isn't dating anyone. Why is she single? Jeez, I've never met anyone so funny, smart, and cute...Trust me when I say this: a lot of girls cross my path on a regular basis - girls who want to be with me because I'm an athlete, and not much else. They know I'm headed to a Division One school, probably the pros after that, and they want to say they've screwed me. It wouldn't matter if I wasn't good looking: take Rick for example. In my opinion, his face is f*cked up and that dude can still get a blow job any time of the day.

There's just something about Molly.

Something...different.

Like, she's got class. Plus, as an added bonus: Molly knows more shit about hockey than most guys who sit at my lunch table. Talk about a complete turn on. I almost came in my pants when she said 'trick shot.'

Her voice breaks into my thoughts as I turn into a parking lot, and I realize I've been daydreaming far too long.

"The Shedd Aquarium?! Weston, this is... incredible!" She's got this doe eyed expression across her face as I pull into the Aquariums parking structure and roll down my window as I pull up to the automated teller. I push the large round green button for a parking stub, and once I have it I slap it on my dash.

Soon we're approaching the building and I bust ahead so I can hold the door for Molly. She's got her jacket on and damn if I don't mourn the loss of her bare shoulders.





Chapter Thirteen





MOLLY


"You want my advice? Beause I'm gonna give it to you anyways. If you want this guy, you just have to kiss the shit out of the dumb bastard." - Jenna



We're walking past the Moon Jellyfish exhibition when Weston suggests we stop and sit on the bench seated in front of the wall size aquarium. The room where the exhibit is housed is actually dark and the tank in front of us is dark too. Only the soft blue glow from the jellyfish lights up the room.

There is an unoccupied bench directly in front of the huge reservoir of sea life, so that's where we sit. Pulsing and drifting in a weightless dance, the Moon Jellyfish look like ghosts with their translucent bodies lite by a black light. Soft music is being pumped into the room, and I have to admit, this has been the perfect date.

I am aware of Weston's soft breathing beside me and the heat from his large body. Our thighs and hips are touching and every cell in my body is humming from the contact.

We sit for several minutes without speaking, content to sit and watch hundreds of glowing sea creatures dance a water ballet in front of us. The sight is breathtaking.