Page 20 of Ciao Bella


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My heart thudded in an adrenaline kicked rhythm against my chest. Bella’s soft fingertips were still pressed against my clenched hand.

She dropped her hand the minute I wanted it to stay a bit longer and whispered, “Sometimes, monsters need to stick together, feel better?”

I nodded. “Maybe.”

The sound of rain pelting against the windshield was the only thing I focused on, along with my breathing and hers. We stayed there maybe ten minutes before her phone went off.

I rolled my eyes. “Are you ever going to change your ring tone away from Jack Harlow? It was bad enough when it was Ateez.”

“Are you ever going to stop obsessing over Tate McRay?”

“Low blow.”

“You wish.” She snorted. “Hey, Serena!” She frowned and stared at me in a way that gave me more chills than our almost accident. “No, um, we’ll be right there, we got caught in the rain.”

I rolled my eyes again. Nice. Both of us, so amazing at lies.

“Yeah.” Her face paled. “Yup, totally spaced it, what’s his bedtime again?”

Alarm bells rang, not just rang, they clamored in my head like cymbals as nausea washed over me, I vaguely remembered Junior asking me to babysit for date night.

“NO!” I mouthed it. “No! We got in an accident.” I sure as hell enunciated every single syllable like a champ. “NO!”

“Yeah, he’s right here.”

I flipped her off with both thumbs, then both down, then both middle fingers and slammed my hands against the steering wheel like the child we were about to just be watching.

There was no worse hell.

Trust me.

“’Kay,”she said weakly. “See you in a few minutes.”

I lunged across the consul the minute she hung up. “All you had to do was tell them we were getting arrested, the FBI caught us, you hit a cat, helped a turtle across the road, went into anaphylactic shock over a peanut! It’s not that hard, Bella!”

In a rush, I’d unbuckled my seat belt and was almost straddling her.

She smacked me on the cheek. ”You’re the asshole who agreed to it!”

My jaw dropped because, damn, it actually hurt. I pressed my knee between her thighs and pinned her arms to the seat. “I said sure, as in, sure I’ll think about it. He never even gave me a date!”

“You got Juniored!” She tried to lift her legs and fight me, which just meant my knee rubbed between them.

A soft flush lit up her cheeks. That was… interesting. “Is that all I have to do to get you to get quiet? Get you off with my knee?”

“You are crushing me with both your knee and body weight, you shithead!”

Her voice was shaky.

I stared at her mouth. “Fine, just admit my kiss wasn’t terrible.”

“Your nickname is Ivan the Terrible.”

“I thought that was a compliment.”

“Do you even read books? Can you even read? At this point, I have my concerns.”

I rubbed my knee harder.

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