AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Thanksgiving break I can fly you here or me there. What do you think?
I flop back on the bed and let out a sigh as I scroll through his messages.
I think I’m the worst type of person there is. I kissed Kyson the first day I’ve been here. Then Matt…he says he misses me. Part of me wishes I could go back to being the girl he thought I was. Life made sense before all these changes. I also had my father.
I click on Matt’s contact info and stare at his picture. He’s always been cute. Dark hair, tall, green eyes to die for. Nice dresser. Preppy. Good grades. The girls at school all hated me because I was his girl. We were perfect.
Maybe too perfect.
I miss you too. How’s classes going? You studying hard?
Going great, but wish you were here.
I need to get to bed. Talk later. Xoxxo
I avoid the question for now. Do I want to see Matt? Certainly. Should I see him? Probably not.
Long distance never works out.
I kissed someone else, and I want to do it again.
What’s wrong with me?
I try to push all these troubles from my thoughts, and I spot the panda Kyson won for me sitting on my desk which means he was in my room. He better not have snooped through my stuff.
Snuggling down into the covers, it doesn’t take long for sleep to claim or for me to awaken to the bed dipping under the weight of the intruder.
“Told you I’d sneak into your bed. If you didn’t want me to, you’d have locked the door,” Kyson whispers against the shell of my ear.
“What the hell are you doing?” I try to sit up, but he presses me back down on the bed, looming over me. His minty breath fans over my lips. My pulse leaps to my throat as his fingers curl around it.
“Shh. Just go with it.”
“Get out,” I hiss, my plea dying on his mouth as his lips meet mine. Heavy breaths pass between us. I know it’s wrong to want him. That I should knee him in the nuts and scream, but I don’t want to. Instead, I return his kiss and when his hand floats down my side and slides up under my tank top, I don’t end it here either. I welcome his touch as he palms my breast. I’ve loved to hate Kyson Allen since we were in grade school. Brushing a thumb over my nipple, he continues to tease the sensitive skin.
A light knock sounds at my bedroom door. Holy crap. If Kyson is caught in my room with the door shut and the lights out, we are both dead. “Dahlia,” Helen calls out softly. My eyes bug out, but Kyson is already rolling under my bed.
“It’s open,” I answer while praying she doesn’t find her son hiding out beneath the bed.
Light spills into my room from the hallway. Helen pokes her head through the opening. “Sorry, I had to drop and run earlier. I’d hoped to be home sooner. You settling in okay?”
“Yup. I’m great. Thanks.”
“John said Kyson took you out for dinner. Are you guys getting along? I recall you guys always being at each other’s throats when you visited. You were always chasing him, and he was running away. I told him it was a crush back then.”
“Yeah.” I laugh awkwardly. “We’re good.” I don’t fully understand what compels me other than annoying Kyson, but I ask, “Do you think it’d be okay if Matt came for thanksgiving?”
“Matt?”
“My boyfriend from back home. Well, he’s at college, but he wanted me to see if he could come visit.”
“An older boy,” she muses. “I’ll talk to John. I’m sure we can work something out.”
“Thanks.”
“Of course. We want you to feel at home, and if my son gives you any trouble, don’t be afraid to speak up.”
“I think I can handle Kyson. We’re a lot older and different now.”
