Kissing in Cars (Kiss and Make Up #1)(44)

A shirt that I'm itching to run my fingers under...to feel the smooth skin I'm itching to run my fingers over.

Embarrassed that I'm starting to picture him, um, you know, I clear my throat and look out the window. "I get that you were annoyed with Mary and Olivia, but...it was kind of embarrassing when you were so..."

"Rude?"

"No. When you were so..."

"Such an *?"

"No!" Oops, I let a chuckle slip out. "Would you let me finish?" Honestly, he is worse than Jenna with this interrupting. "Look. I'll just say this: I have no plans to go to any dances, with you or anybody. But seriously, did you have to sound so disgusted about it in front of Mary and Olivia? First they're talking about me like I'm not there, then you go and get all pissed off when they ask about Fall Formal. We all get it - Weston doesn't do dances."

There. I got it all out without sounding whiny.

"Is that it? That's why you got all huffy?"

"Uh, yeah. That pretty much sums it up." I cross my arms and purse my lips. "And to be honest, Weston, I was hoping for a more enthusiastic response... so unfortunately for you, I will not be making out with you at the end of this date. Or non-date."

His eyebrows shoot up as I throw the words he spoke earlier back in his face with a soft smile on my face.

"Is that so?" His question is slow... and deliberate, with a silent suggestion to it that makes me tingle a little in my girly parts.

"Yup."

Weston eyes me silently with no expression on his face, his stare focusing on my lips a heartbeat too long before saying, "Okay Molly. Then, I guess I have no choice but to just lay back for a bit and take a short nap until this rain passes." He feigns a yawn. "Took a real beating in practice today and I. Am. Beat." He reaches for the side level to recline the seat and lays back, crossing those beautiful arms across his broad chest, the tattoo on his right arm a stark contrast to the white of his shirt. "Want to rub my back? I can turn over..."

Seriously?

Is this a joke?

Because even though not five minutes ago I was pissed off at him, all I can think about now is getting my hands on him - and he's choosing to take a nap.

I sit ramrod straight in the driver's seat, staring at his strong arms, not really knowing what to do.





Chapter Twenty-One





WESTON


"I don't even want to know what's going through that thick skull of yours." - Brian Mcgrath



I have to bite my lip so the grin threatening doesn't escape - I can literally feel Molly watching me from her side of the car, even though my eyes are closed. I just know she's sitting there, over evaluating the situation when really all I want to do is get her in my lap. Feel her under my palms. Kiss her neck.

It's that plain and simple.

I hear her shift beside me and I lazily let my eyelids creep open. "Stop staring at me," I drone, knowing damn well it's going to spook her. She says nothing, but Molly's eyes get real wide because I caught her red-handed and her head whips around to look back out the front window. Presented with her profile, I'm given a side view of that pert little bow in her hair, and I smile despite myself.

I decide to put her out of her misery. "It's not that I wouldn't want to take you to Fall Formal Molly. It's that I can't."

She turns to face me, confusion marring her brow. "It's fine Weston. You don't have to explain yourself. I mean, it's not like I'm your..." her voice trails off as I tuck my arms behind my head. Her green eyes linger on my bare upper arms, then down over my armpits and finally trail down my torso - her perusal is turning me on, and let's face it: it's taking every ounce of willpower I possess to remain still, and not just reach over and grab her.

Cause lord knows I want to.

I sit up and reach to pull the seat back to a sitting position.

The silence hangs over her unfinished sentence as those last few words sink it. 'I mean, it's not like I'm your' - girlfriend. She was obviously about to say it, and suddenly this is a moment of clarity for me - that unspoken 'girlfriend' has got my mind working.

So I let the word marinade inside my brain.

"My Uncle Leo is getting married in Chicago at Millennium Park that day and I'm an usher." A little 'O' forms on Molly's mouth as the words sink in, followed by a slow grin that settles onto her lips. Good, I've managed to surprise her. "So obviously, I can't go to Fall Formal." By the way, thanks Uncle Leo. Because let's be honest: I wouldn't have gone to the dance anyways, but Molly doesn't need to know that.





Chapter Twenty-Two





MOLLY


"Seriously, one of the Top Five reasons to own a car is so you can make out in it. I'm pretty sure I read that somewhere." - Jenna



That's it - he's going to a wedding. He's not repulsed by the thought of taking me out in public, and he's not ashamed to be seen with me at a school function. I let this new information process inside my brain - and my insides fill with warmth again. All of the rejection and embarrassment I felt a few minutes earlier have fled as fast as they'd arrived and I survey Weston with a new appreciation.