More Than This (More Than, #1)(43)

“Give us a minute?” Kayla asks me.

Shit, if this is Julie now, I’m glad I won’t be home for the teenage years.

“Have all the minutes you want.” I walk away shaking my head.


***


As I wait for them to talk, a few girls from school walk past and wave, I nod back. Then a realize they’re Casey's friends and my eyes dart around like a maniac looking for her. If she’s here, I’m getting the f*ck out.

Luckily, Kayla and Julie walk up just before I have a panic attack. That Casey bitch is legit no joke.

Kayla stands next to me and takes my hand. I love it when she does this shit in public. It’s like an unspoken agreement, that I’m hers and she’s mine, and even though we haven’t done shit since that night a couple weeks back, nothing’s changed.

“Julie has something she would like to say to you.”

Julie steps in front of me and crooks her finger so I bend down to listen to her. “I’m sorry,” she whispers, before putting her arms around me.

Thank god she’s back to normal, another crisis averted, thanks to Kayla.

***


We walk around the mall, Julie walking in front of us.

“So what’s the deal with her?” I ask Kayla, pulling her hand to my mouth and kissing it quickly.

Because seriously, I can’t seem to keep my hands and lips off her and if we can’t be intimate in the way I want, the way my dick wants, then I’ll take whatever the hell I can get.

“She’s just growing up. She wanted to come today and spend some girl time. She thinks she needs a training bra and wants to start wearing make up,” she giggles.

“WHAT?” I yell. Kayla nudges me and tells me to shut up. Julie turns around and eyes us suspiciously, but keeps walking when I fake smile at her.

“She’s fricken 8 years old, Kayla!”

“I know, *. I’m just going to amuse her, trust me okay?”

“Fine. But my 8 year old sister better not end the day looking like a whore.”

“Oh my god,” Kayla laughs out loud. “I can’t believe you just said 8 year old sister and whore in the same sentence”

“Shut up, I’m not kidding.”


***


We walk around for a bit before Julie decides to walk into a store. I’m not paying attention until were inside and I’m surrounded by lingerie.

“What the f-"

I get cut off by a hand covering my mouth.

“Shut up, Jake.” Kayla whispers loudly. “Just amuse her, please?”

“Fine, but I’m waiting outside”


Half a f*cking hour later, they come out.

Julie has a tiny bag with some Disney princesses on it. Okay, so the store must cater for girls her age. Kayla has a bigger bag, a nice paper one with a ribbon tied on top. I stand up and walk to her, trying to take the bag from her hands so I can see what she bought.

She swats my hand away.

“What?” I ask, feigning innocence.

She rolls her eyes. “You can’t look.”

“Why?” I ask, a little pissed off for no good reason. “Who’s it for, Kayla? Who’s gonna see it?”

“Jake…” She stops walking and holds my hand tighter so I stop with her. Julie walks a little ways from us. “It’s for you…” she whispers. “Not for anyone but you. But, I didn’t want you looking at it while Julie was there.”

I look at her confused.

“It’s not suitable for girls her age.”

Still looking at her confused.

“It’s just, it’s too mature?… Sexy?…” she shrugs.

My eyes widen and a smile pulls at my lips.

“You’re an ass,” she says, swatting my shoulder and walking away. I walk up to her and take her hand. “I can’t wait!” I whisper in her ear and she laughs.


***


After we eat lunch, Julie says she’s too tired to walk. Kayla offers to carry her on her back as a joke, but she does it anyway. It’s pretty damn cute, watching my two girls.

“Kayla, you get on Jake's back now!” Julie yells through a laugh.

“I don’t think so, sweetie. I think we’d break his back.”

“No way, Jake's like, the strongest man that ever lived. Do it, Jake!”

“You have to pay your ticket to get on the ride,” I say to Julie, a stupid thing we used to do when we were kids. I stand next to her and she gives me a kiss on the cheek.

“Now your entrance fee, little lady,” I say to Kayla, putting my face in front of hers.

She straightens up, spins my cap backwards and kisses me, on the lips, just once, softly, and quickly. So quick I didn’t even register what was happening until it was done. She smiles a small smile, a little blush creeping on her face, then jumps on my back.

It’s the first time since the limo ride, that first night, that our lips have touched. In the couple of times we’ve fooled around, we’ve never kissed. And even though this kiss was the furthest thing from being sexual, it was still intimate, and purposeful. Like, she knew it would mean something. And it does. It means everything.


We only walk a few feet before I hear my name being called. I turn to find Aunt Jenna and Uncle Jim.