Every Girl Does It(33)

“Our date. Had I said yes to prom, I’m sure you would have taken me on a date, and I would have wanted to do this.” I lean in close and kiss him on the cheek.

“Does that mean we can make out now?” Preston asks huskily.

“Um no, this means I’m sorry.” I laugh and punch his arm.

“Shoot, I always wanted to make out at the movies, especially in the back row.” He crosses his arms completely dejected. I, however, don’t want to lose. Therefore, I decide not to lean in and kiss him, even though the tension is so thick between us you can cut it with a knife.

I finally look around to see who else is joining us in the theatre and notice several curious glances pointed our way. It dawns on me that we’re still in our “costumes”, making us look ridiculous. I mean, I highly doubt Brad and Angelina go to Star Wars while vacationing in Hawaii.

We both smile and wave as we excuse ourselves into the lobby and back out onto the street feeling, I might add, extremely light footed and fancy free.

“Where to?” I ask then hear my cell phone go off.

“Where are you guys?” The voice on the other end is Kristin and the only reason I know is because of caller ID. Other than that, she sounds like a mental hospital escapee.

“Whoa,” I respond.

“Do not ‘whoa’ me. We’ve been looking for you forever. Did Preston kidnap you or something? And why do you disappear every time we see celebrities?” Her voice has now returned to normal.

“Bad luck?” I answer innocently.

“Well...maybe…Look, Brad got kind of sea sick. We’re back at the room now. We’re probably going to call it a day and hang out, so you and Preston are on your own again.” Her words immediately cause my heart to flutter. What’s wrong with me?

“Okay,” I answer, trying to hide excitement from my voice. “We’ll manage I’m sure—”

“Panda,” she interrupts. “I know you're mad because I keep forcing you and Preston together, and I promise I wouldn’t have done it except…well except…” She pauses on the other end of the phone.

“Except what?” I ask, curious. I stop in my tracks.

“Except, well, Brad made me promise not to tell. And he only just found out, and now I feel like a terrible friend. And I promise Preston’s safe and all, I just didn’t know. I’m sorry.”

“About what?” I ask again, frustrated.

“Ask him about his ex-wife.”




Chapter Fourteen



And then she said she had to go, leaving me totally dizzy with rage. “Your wife!” I shout at Preston as I throw my phone at his head.

“What?” he asks totally stunned by my revelation.

“When were you going to tell me, huh? Do you just run around and propose to every girl you meet? Get them trapped in that little fireman web of love then tell them you believe in polygamy!” My voice is so loud that people are staring.

Preston is still gaping at me with registered shock on his face “We need to talk,” He says as he pulls me underneath the waterfall.

I begin to talk again before he covers my mouth with his hand.

“I don’t even want to know how you got such information, but I can tell you one thing. Before you jump to conclusions, you should just ask.” He releases his hand from my mouth as I start to protest.

“But that isn’t something I think about asking when you don’t wear a ring and when you kiss me at every chance you get.” My voice rises as the emotion becomes unbearable.

Preston’s eyes light up with fire before his lips crush down hard on mine. His warmth cascades over my body in waves, making me melt into his arms all the more. I wrap my arms around his neck as he pulls me closer and let out a small moan as he releases me.

“Stop talking so much,” he says breathless as he pushes me against the rock wall and kisses me again. I want to scream assault, but again I’m betrayed by my body as my arms wrap around his neck. The pressure from his lips sets me into a daze as I hungrily push for more.

“You’re not forgiven.” I manage to say as I push him away and begin to walk anywhere I can to remove myself from his intoxicating presence.

“Not so fast.” He pulls my arm, stopping me in my tracks.

“I was married,” he says, but he holds up a finger in protest. “She cheated on me.” He leans casually against the rocks. “Actually, it was more of a mutual cheating, but we can talk about that later.” He wraps his hand around mine and leads me silently back to our hut.

“She was always selfish, but then again, I always was, too,” he says, sitting on the couch, while I take a seat in the fluffy chair. “She wanted things I couldn’t give her. I started working at the fire department about two years ago, when I finally found out.” He gives me a smirk then continues, “Never trust your best friends. Especially around your pretty wife.”

I want to ask him who he’s referring to, but it's none of my business. “She left me for him, not that he married her or anything. I tried to fix things, but we had grown apart in more ways than one. It's actually what turned me to God. And in an odd way, it brought me back to Him.” He stands up to get a drink of water.

“But you said you cheated, too?” I ask shyly.