by Amy Sparling
“It’s true, Becca. I swear on my life it’s true.” The warmth of his hands pressing into my back lulls me into a sense of security that I haven’t felt in a long time.
“Why am I supposed to believe you?” The words are out of my mouth before I realize what I’m saying. But good for me. I need to question him. I can’t just take him back at the drop of a hat—he has to prove that he’s real.
“I haven’t so much as looked at another girl in months,” he says, his eyes never leaving mine. “That stupid photo online was nothing. Her dad works for Cycle-R Industries and she said I should go to this corporate party with her to get a leg up on my career. I didn’t realize she had planned on the paparazzi to be there, documenting what looked like a date just so she could piss off her ex-boyfriend. And I’m sorry I was an ass about it last time. I just wanted you to trust me and believe me at my word. I want you to know that I would never lie to you, and when you didn’t well—” He sighs. “I’m sorry. I should have explained back then. Instead I lost my temper and lost you in the process.”
“How often are you going to lose your temper now?” I fold my arms across my chest to let him know I’m serious. His eyes plead with mine.
“Never again. I swear on my life. I’ll let you know everything that happens with me from now on. And I’ll sure as hell never go anywhere with any girl again. I need you in my life. I want to tell the entire world that you’re mine and that I have no intention of ever dating anyone else again.”
“That sounds…” I say slowly, letting him suffer in anticipation as long as I can possibly hold out. “Like something I could get used to…”
“Come here,” he says, pulling me toward him. Then, with a devilish grin, he glances around the parking lot, which is pretty empty except for the random person going through the drive thru. I allow my fingers to slide up his chest, reveling in the newly formed muscles on top of what I used to think was the most gorgeous body ever. Now it has only improved. With a grin, Park reaches behind him and pulls open the backdoor of his truck, revealing the empty backseat. There is no center console back there to get in the way. He turns, grabbing me around the waist and lifting me into the truck. I squeal and latch onto his neck as he pulls me into the truck, settling me on my back. I fit perfectly in the back seat. Park, however, has to hover over me on his hands and knees because he’s too tall.
His face hovers over mine, his lips just a mere inch away from mine. My mouth practically waters with the anticipation of kissing him again, of wiping away the awful memory of the kiss I didn’t want at the theater tonight. But instead of giving me what I want, he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively and then turns around. I whimper at the missed opportunity. He reaches behind us and grabs the door, pulling it closed. Then he reaches in his pocket and presses the lock button his keys. His truck honks in reply, letting us know we’re safely locked inside.
His eyes look into mine. “I want you to be mine forever, Becca. I’ll do whatever it takes.”
I lace my fingers around his neck. He rests on one elbow and slides his other hand down my side, stopping just below my butt. “You’re so freaking hot,” he says, allowing himself a quick peak at my cleavage. I’m so glad I wore this V-neck shirt, by the way.
“I could say the same about you,” I say, squeezing his bicep for good measure. He smiles and then leans in, giving me the kiss my body has been aching for.
My fingers slide up his neck and tangle in his hair as I pull him closer, kissing him with all of the lust and love that has built up inside of me over the last few weeks. I want him and I need him. I love everything about him. Even when he pisses me off, I still need him in my life. There will never be anyone who makes me feel the way Park does.
His body presses into mine, making my toes tingle and my stomach twist into a knot that somehow feels amazing. I want more of him, and as we kiss, I slide my hands up his shirt, feeling the ripples of his abs under my fingertips. His hand squeezes my butt, and then slides down further, pulling my thigh up and over his hip. I break away to catch my breath and then dive back into kissing him, feeling his mouth with my own, grazing my tongue along his bottom lip.
“Park,” I whisper between kisses.
“Yes?” he says, panting for breath. I suck his bottom lip between my teeth and he shudders. Then I let it go and sigh.
“As much as I want you right now, I don’t want my first time to be in the back of a truck in a McDonald’s parking lot.”
This makes him chuckle. He leans back on his elbow, pulling away from me enough to see me. His hand reaches up to touch my neck, trailing down to my collar bone and then along the side of my breast before coming to a stop on my hip. “Not to worry my love,” he says, letting his eyes roam over my body as if he were imagining it underneath all of my clothes. “I would never allow our first time to be anything less than the most romantic time of your life.”
I roll my eyes, but smile in spite of myself. “How will this work out? We still live two thousand miles apart.”
“Oh, right,” he says, looking up contemplatively as if this thought just occurred to him for the first time. “Have I not told you?” he asks, lifting an eyebrow. Something in his voice tells me he’s been hiding something from me.
“Told me what?” I ask suspiciously.
His gorgeous smile twists into a cocky grin. “I just bought a house in Lawson.”
“Oh my god, you’re kidding.” I sit up, nearly hitting my head on the back window. Park starts laughing and for the briefest moment, I fear that this is one big joke. Then he shakes his head. “Not kidding at all. In fact, the second floor has this great studio space with a window that looks into the back yard. I’m not really an artist myself, but you see, I’m hoping that by next summer, I would have won over the heart of this girl I’m dating. And then she can move into that studio and create her awesome artwork.”
My mouth falls open as I listen to him. He touches the bottom of my chin with a single finger and brings it up to his lips where he gives me a quick kiss. “That is, of course, if she wants to spend that much time with me. Right now I’m not so sure. But it was worth taking the gamble.”
“Oh my god, Park,” I say, feeling a warmth grow in my chest that isn’t from making out. “Are you kidding? Of course I’ll want to be with you that long. I want to spend forever with you.”
“That’s good to hear,” he whispers. He reaches into his pocket again. He pulls out a small piece of metal and hands it to me. “Here’s your house key.”
I take the key and tears fill my eyes. “I love you.” I can’t believe how easy the words come out of my mouth and how perfect they feel when I say them. But it’s nothing compared to the way I feel when Park replies, “I love you, too.”
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Table of Contents
Summer Apart
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
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Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
About the Author
Table of Contents
Table of Contents
Summer Apart
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
About the Author
Table of Contents