Chapter 33
Justin
I wake to bright morning light. I wake to the face of the most beautiful, sexiest woman in the world. Her auburn hair spills across the pillow and my shoulder. Her leg is wrapped around mine. She’s soft and sweet in my arms. Digging my nose into her hair and breathing in the exquisite scent of her, I realize I love her with every cell in my body.
That she loves me too is nothing but a miracle.
Until I met her, I’d been a shallow, immature self-centered boy. She’s unknowingly made me a man. What’s important in life has finally clicked together like the last piece of a puzzle. And it’s in my arms.
After watching her sleep for a while, I carefully untangle myself and make a quick trip to the bathroom. In minutes I’m back under the covers, content to hold her. As I’m thinking about how good it is lying here with her, Allie’s eyes flutter open. She blinks at me, then presses herself against my body and smiles sensually. “Morning.”
“Morning to you, beautiful.” I grin. Here I’d been thinking I’d never spent this much time in a bed with a woman without sex, and it was great. But as her hand slides across my chest, I’m thinking sex would make it better than great.
She pushes up on an elbow. “Give me a minute to go—” She pauses, noticing something beyond my shoulder. “Is it really eleven?”
I crank my head around and glance at the clock. “Eleven fifteen to be precise.”
“Oh no!” She flies out of the bed. “I’m supposed to be at my parents’ at twelve for Sunday dinner.” She rushes out of the room, which leaves me staring at the empty doorway.
Dejected but understanding, I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling on my shoes when she stands in the doorway a few minutes later.
“You’re coming, right?”
“To your parents’?” I ask incredulously.
She gives me a don’t-be-an-idiot nod.
The idea of meeting her parents disorients me. “Ah, I don’t have any clean clothes.”
She shrugs. “Just throw your shirt in the dryer for a few minutes.”
“What about Ben?”
She comes over and starts tugging my shirt up. “With my feelings for you, it seems wrong keeping you a secret from him.” She yanks my shirt over my head. “We’ll have to take it slow in front of him.” She smirks at me, running a thumb over my nipple ring. “No sleepovers when he’s home.”
Though I’m overwhelmed by the step she’s taking, her hands on my skin are making me forget everything else. “Keep undressing me on your bed, and we’re going to be late.”
“I should have set the alarm,” she says wistfully.
Taking in her tone, I ask, “Breakfast tomorrow?”
Grinning, she curls her fingers around the waistband of my pants. “Oh, definitely.”
Fearful of hurting her lip, I press my own lips to her forehead. “Go get ready. I’ll take care of my clothes.”
Studying my body with a glint in her gray eyes, she stumbles back toward the dresser. “Okay.”
Our gazes meet in the mirror as she hauls out clothes. She lets out a laugh and then a wistful sigh before heading to the bathroom. After taking turns—I was tempted to join her, but then we would definitely be late—in the shower, we’re out the door at five to twelve.
In my car, Allie gives directions and then plucks out the small vial of cologne from the cup holder. As I’m turning out of her apartment complex, she opens it and breaths in the scent with her eyes closed. A dazed satisfaction comes over her features. I almost hit the curb, watching her.
“What brand is this?” she asks almost drunkenly.
“No brand,” I say while mentally storing the image of her expression.
She cocks an eyebrow at me.
“It’s custom made from a perfumer in Paris. I reorder it about once a year.”
“Holy shit, Batman!” she says, and the sound of her cursing has me smiling. “Isn’t that expensive?”
I shrug. “One day soon I’m going to take you there. Not that you don’t smell fantastic…”
She frowns. “I don’t wear perfume. Probably just smell like soap and body lotion.”
“Like linen and flowers,” I say, nodding. “A scent I’ve come to love. I’ll ask them to start with those two things.”
She lets out a self-deprecating laugh. “You know I’d love to go to Paris, but I can’t let you take me.”
“Why not?”
“That would be overboard for even you.”
“In less than two months when I turn twenty-one, I come into the money my grandparents left me. I plan on investing most of it, but a trip to Europe won’t even put a dent in it. And whether I deserve it or not, it’s mine. Let me share.”
Her mouth drops. “You’re twenty?” she asks, almost making me laugh that my age is shocking her more than my inheritance. “I assumed twenty-one at least, with all the wine and bars.”
“Almost twenty-one, but being in the band I rarely get carded.”
“I’m two years older than you? That’s crazy.”
I turn into the driveway of the address she gave me while she giggles.
Putting the car in park, I turn to her. “You turned twenty-two a few months ago—it’s not even a year and a half.”
“But still older,” she says, laughing as she reaches for the handle and pushes the door open.
I don’t reach for the door handle next to me. I’ve never met any parents, and I know this is a huge step for her. “You sure about this?”
Pausing, she studies me and then closes the door. Leaning across the console, she gently grips my face. “I love you, Justin. I want you to be part of my life. No one, not even my parents, can change that.” She leans closer.
I pull back. “Besides your lip, we’re in your parents’ driveway.”
“I don’t give a crap, just kiss me.”
Though her fingers pull at my hair, I keep the kiss soft and gentle, but between our lips and tongues, there’s the soft whisper of everything to come.
As we break off the kiss, I smirk. “Okay, let’s do this.”
Allie brings Ben out on the porch while I wait a few feet away on the stairs. He sits on the swing, picking at his shoelaces while she explains we’re dating. Her explanation covers that sometimes she and I will go out to dinner or the movies on our own and sometimes with him.
His expression turns pensive. “Do we have to see kissing movies? I don’t like those.”
While Allie laughs, I say, “Naw. We’ll let you pick. I’m not into those either.”
Ben nods slightly and says, “Okay then.”
Inside, the small house is homey and laced with the smell of something fantastic cooking. But the sight of her father with his arms crossed, standing between the living and dining room, is not as welcoming as the house. Dressed in jeans and a flannel shirt, he glares at me in the same way he did when he found us making lunch in her apartment. Her mother, on the other hand, is giddy with excitement and rushes into the living room from the kitchen. With her graying auburn curls and wide smile, it’s easy to see whom Allie takes after more.
I apologize for being late. Her mother waves a hand, saying Adam is always late. Before I can ask who Adam is, he comes through the door. I keep the surprise from my expression as I’m introduced to Allie’s brother and his wife, Veronica. Allie has never said anything about a brother. Other than wavy auburn hair, they look nothing alike. He shakes my hand while grinning at his sister.
Her mother rushes everyone to a table covered with food. After a prayer—I’m late to fold my hands together; my family never prayed before dinner, and heck, we rarely ate dinner together—everyone talks and passes dishes. During the meal the talking continues. Adam has a new job. Ben was the star of his play on Friday. Allie’s mother is training a new secretary at the insurance office where she works. Allie might be taking on another tattooist at the shop. Her father describes fishing with Ben yesterday. Forks are pointed. Napkins tossed on plates to make points. Hands slapped on the table. On and on they talk and eat, comfortable and open with one another.
Though I feel slightly out of place, I realize this is a normal, loving family. Something I knew existed outside of the cold, refined lives of my parents, but not like anything I’ve ever witnessed. I also realize how much I don’t know about the girl I’m in love with.
After laughing at her father’s story about Ben tangling their fishing lines, she glances at me and then reaches under the table to squeeze my hand. You okay? she asks with the press of her fingers. I give her a smile and press my fingers against hers. The future of learning everything about her flashes through my mind.
The future looks endlessly bright.