Kissing in Cars (Kiss and Make Up #1)(48)

They turn and run through the parking lot towards their red beat up car, and Weston rolls up the back window. "Can you believe that? Not a lick of common sense between them."

"Well... one of them has a crush on you, so... I'm sure they thought they were being helpful." Why I'm defending them when they so clearly ignored me twice today is beyond me, but it truly is hard not to feel somewhat sorry for someone begging for attention from a guy as good looking and popular as Weston McGrath. It's almost unavoidable.

What can I say - he has a way about him that makes girls crazy.

Not me obviously, but... lots of girls.

"Maybe so, but that was annoying." He looks at me and runs his fingers through his hair. "I guess we can't sit here all night feeling each other up, as much as I'd like to. So let's get cranking and get this meeting with my parents over with."





Chapter Twenty-Three





WESTON


"Give me a little credit for intelligence, would you son? I could eat a can of alphabet soup and shit out a better excuse than the one you just gave me." - Brian McGrath



I wouldn't say my palms are sweaty as we walk into my house - I mean, it could be the rain making my hands wet - but I swipe them over my jeans to dry them anyways, and guide Molly into the laundry room from the garage. I can hear my mom in the kitchen and a few other noises that sound like dishes being put away.

I glance down at the top of Molly's head, barely resisting the urge to plant a kiss on the bow of her ponytail in show of support, and brace myself as we enter the kitchen. Immediately I spot Kendall, who is sitting at the island, shoulder's bent over a notebook and markers that are spread out in front of her. Kendall glances up when we walk through the doorframe, her face registering surprise as she spots Molly, than her stare turns to curiosity as her eyebrows shoot up.

She cocks her head and studies Molly with open fascination. "Who is that?" Kendall does all but point, setting down her marker. The question floats across the kitchen, drawing attention to us.

Great, just what I need - my little sister gawking at Molly like she's never seen a girl before. Okay, let me clarify: like they've never seen a girl I've brought home before.

All right. Let me clarify again: like they've never seen a girl I've brought home whom I've had good intentions towards - because I've definitely brought girls to the house - just not usually with the intention of conversing with my family - if you catch my drift.

My mom turns and I can already see the grin forming on her face as she walks towards us, wiping her hands on a dish towel. Her arms are already extended, and as she's reaching for Molly, I notice how much shorter she is. And then I think, crap, my mom's going in for a hug.

This is going to be nightmare.

But instead of recoiling - which is what any other girl would have done - Molly leans in and goes in for my mom's hug like it's no big deal, emitting a low, content laugh. "Hello Mrs. McGrath. It's good to meet you. It smells good in here, did you just have dinner?"

I let out the breath I'm holding.

"Yup, just cleaning up loading the dishwasher. And please, call me Laura. We had pot roast - Weston, shame on your for not bringing Molly home to eat with us! Just look at you both, you're soaking wet," my mom exclaims, turning to my sister. "Kendall, go get some towels sweetie for your brother and his friend." She turns and looks at us again (actually, she's only looking at Molly) smiling. She just can't wipe it off her face, it seems.

Must be a mom thing.

Kendall slowly inches off the bar stool. In fact, she's so slow that if I were on fire and needed her to grab an extinguisher, I would have been dead by now. She's got this shit eating grin on her face as she says, "By friend, do you really mean girl friend? Because I heard mom talking on the phone the other day about you, and that what she called you." The little brat actually used air quotes with her fingers when she said 'friend.'

Holy shit. "Jesus Kendall, what the hell!"

Kendall shrugs innocently. "What? It's a legitimate question."

"Weston Richard, watch your mouth! And Kendall Rebecca McGrath, stop embarrassing your brother and go get him and Molly each a towel. Now!" My mom follows her out of the room, probably to lecture her more about embarrassing me (that itself is horrifying) and to make sure the smart ass little shit is actually going to fetch some dry towels.

And... it's back to being a complete nightmare. I can literally feel the color rising up my neck, and my face is scorching hot. I don't even want to glance over at Molly, but I can feel her shoulders shaking next to me and can hear short sputters of what sounds like a muffled laugh.

"You think that's funny?" I ask her indignantly, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Oh Weston, you should see your face. Priceless" Her gaze flickers over my biceps, lazily over my forearms and she bites down on her lower lip. "You look so... cute right now, all flustered and blushing." she whispers, her green eyes shining, almost like she's stripping me naked in her mind and liking what she sees.

I groan. "You can't say shit like that in my parent's kitchen. Now I want to tackle you to the ground."

"Maybe I think it's fun to tease you," she sasses me.

I'm about to reach for her when my dad makes his appearance.