Page 102 of The Other Side
“It was nice to meet you!” I called out. “Thank you for the dress, Amanda!”
Chance was quiet for quite a while, fuming as he drove.
Occasionally I would hand him his coffee, so he didn’t have to look down to reach between the console for it. It wasn’t until wewere almost halfway back to Montgomery that he finally broke his silence.
“I’m sorry.”
I turned to face him. I didn’t know what he was apologizing for.
“I know you’re upset.”
“No, I’m not.”
Chance’s brow furrowed. “You aren’t?”
“Why would I be upset?” I asked, bewildered.
“Because I didn’t properly introduce you to my parents. Because I called you my girlfriend without asking. Because I didn’t think my mother would be down there, so I didn’t prep you beforehand. Because I picked a fight with her,” he rambled, stopping only when I began to laugh.
When the furrow in his brow deepened, it only made me laugh harder.
“I’m confused,” he finally said, taking a moment to stare at me.
“I’m not mad at you.” I grabbed his hand across the console, so he could feel the words. “I don’t care about any of that. Sure, I probably would have dressed a little differently, but I’m just glad it wasn’t your dad who strolled through. I’m not strong enough to pull you off him.”
Chance visibly relaxed.
“Did you think I was angry the whole ride?” I used my thumb to rub circles in his palm. “I was only giving you time to think and calm down.”
“So we’re okay?”
“We’re better than okay.” I smiled at him, glad to have cleared up the misunderstanding so easily.
“But you still seem stressed. If it’s not me, then what?”
I sighed. I hadn’t realized it was so obvious. No wonder he was worried. “Just school,” I began. “I’m nervous about the kidscoming back, and not being able to be like this with you all the time. How am I supposed to hide the way you make me feel?”
A lazy grin spread along Chance’s face. “How do I make you feel?”
Oh, so we’re playing that game?
“C’mon.” I gave him a playful nudge.
“Won’t you tell me anyway?”
I rolled my eyes, feeling a blush creep up my neck to my cheeks. “Just butterflies. All the time. And really fucking good orgasms. But don’t go getting an out-of-control ego about it.” I pointed my finger at him.
“Too late.” He shook his head, still grinning. “Never letting that go. Ever.”
I grumbled.
“I’m glad you came with me. I think it’s the only Roberts party I’ve ever been to that I actually enjoyed.”
“You only liked it because of what happened after the party.” I snorted a laugh.
Chance merely shrugged in agreement before moving on. “At school, maybe we can come up with a signal, so we know we’re okay, even though we need to keep things private?” he offered, maneuvering back to the original topic at hand.
“What kind of signal?”
