Page 98 of Take My Kiss
“Oops.” Sam quickly picks it up and puts it upright. “I think I need more room.”
“We’ll move the table and chairs outta the way so you can practice,” Bodie tells him.
“Awesome!”
I can’t even be mad at them for rearranging my furniture, because he’s so excited to learn and get better.
“Just no breakin’ any limbs. You don’t wanna go back to school in a cast,” I remind him.
Sam frowns. “I don’t want summer to end.”
I wrap an arm around his shoulders and give him a little squeeze. “Me neither, buddy. I love havin’ y’all here.”
He still has a month before school starts, but to a kid, summer is never long enough.
“You do?”
“Absolutely! Remy does, too.”
His gaze lowers to the floor. “I’m gonna miss him.”
“We’ll come visit, don’t worry.”
“Really?” He peeks up at me.
“Yep. It’ll be nice to see my cousins, too.”
“Where will you sleep?”
“I can crash on the couch.”
“It’s not very comfortable. But maybe when we get a bigger house, we’ll have an extra room for you and Remy!” He beams at the idea.
“I’d love that,” I say truthfully, although my chest aches at the thought of not being with them every day.
As soon as Amelia walks into the living room, all the air escapes my lungs, and my fingers itch to touch her. The floral, blue dress fits snug around her curves and reaches down the full length of her body to the white ankle boots on her feet.
“Wow…” I clear my throat, trying to find my voice, but she’s left me speechless. “You look phenomenal. Truly beautiful.”
Her hair’s pulled up with some loose strands around her face and the rest curled down her back.
“I do good work.” Bellamy brushes off her hands proudly as if Amelia isn’t already drop-dead gorgeous.
Bodie snorts. “Then what’s your excuse for lookin’ like a wet rat all the time?”
Bellamy rushes over and sucker punches him in the shoulder. “Look who’s talkin’, Mr. I Haven’t Showered In Four Days ’Cause I’m Lonely And Depressed.”
He scowls, rolling his eyes. “I did this mornin’, dumb-ass.”
“Bad word!” Sam shouts, breaking the tension between them. “You owe me ten dollars.”
“Ten?” Bodie gasps. “I thought it was five.”
“Inflation.” Sam shrugs, holding out his little palm.
Everyone laughs as Bodie digs out his wallet.
“Where did you learn that word?” Amelia asks, grabbing her purse from the table.
