“That’s good enough for me,” he smiles.
Our heads turn as Lyla’s white SUV pulls into the driveway. I must be the last to get picked up because I see all the girls in the back as they wave at us. Savi steps out of the passenger seat looking like sin on heels. She’s wearing a blue dress that clings to her curves and shoes that make her tanned legs look a mile long.
“Jesus,” Miles mutters, glaring at his sister. “I hope you didn’t pay full price for that dress because you are missing half of it,” he says as she walks up the steps.
“It’s exactly the comment I wanted, and it lets me know I made the right choice,” Savi laughs, ignoring her brother’s narrowing eye, and giving me a hug.
“Talk about a MILF,” Savi grins, twirling me around as I laugh. “I’m surprised my overbearing brother hasn’t locked you in a closet by now.”
“The thought did cross my mind,” he says, under his breath. “And after seeing what you are wearing, you can keep her company.”
“No can do,” Savi grins. “I wear scrubs almost twenty-four seven. These legs are being seen tonight, and these puppies arebeing shown.” She gestures to her boobs, which are perfectly on display, and I bite back a laugh as Miles looks to the sky for help.
“Please don’t call them puppies,” he groans.
“Would you prefer tits?” She asks in an innocent voice.
“I would rather not see or talk about any part of my sister’s anatomy,” he says in an irritated voice. “I’m going to go check on Bee and get her some pizza.” He walks inside, and I turn to Savi.
“You just love pushing his buttons, don’t you?” I laugh.
“It’s the most fun,” she grins, following me into the house.
Miles is at the bar setting up Bee with a slice of pizza. Savi’s eyes soften as she watches her brother.
“They sure are cute together,” she smiles.
“They sure are,” I murmur. Bee laughs at something he says as she takes a bite of pizza. Miles grins and ruffles her hair before pouring her a small glass of milk. “Let me get my phone, and we can leave,” I say, pulling my eyes away before it becomes too much. It’s getting easier to picture him in our lives and harder to picture a life without him.
I walk to my bedroom and find my phone on the bathroom counter as I stuff down my emotions. I don’t want to think about anything tonight except having a good time with my friends. I’ll deal with how to navigate all these new feelings another day.
Walking back out into the bedroom, I stop when I see Miles standing there.
“All ready to go?” he asks, closing the distance between us.
“All ready,” I smile. “Did you leave Savi to fend for herself?”
“Savi is great with kids. I told her I need to go over last-minute instructions with you.” His hand skims down the length of my hair before brushing it over my shoulder.
“Instructions?” I manage to find my voice as his thumb swipes my bottom lip, his eyes focused on what he’s doing.
“I’m not about to let you walk out that door without giving you something to remember.”
“You’re not worried, are you?” I arch my eyebrow at the humor in finding anyone else that could turn my head, let alone make me feel like this.
“I’m not worried,” he smiles, shaking his head, “but it doesn’t change the fact that I won’t be there to watch over you and make sure no assholes mess with you.”
“I’ll be fine,” I laugh softly. “It’s not like I haven’t dealt with guys coming on strong before. I’m not alone either. We girls stick together.”
“Yeah, I know,” he sighs. “I’m used to feeling this way about my sister, but this is new,” he chuckles. “The thought of guys putting their hands on you or trying to come on to you…it’s on a whole other level of intensity. Just promise me you’ll be safe. No walking to the bathroom alone or taking drinks from guys…”
“I’ll be safe,” I smile, cutting him off. “I promise. I even have mace in my purse if that makes you feel better,” I say, holding up my handbag.
“It does,” he grins, and I see some of the worry leave his face.
“Now, didn’t I hear you say that you had something you wanted to give me to remember you by?” I put my arms around his neck and bring him flush against me. His eyes flash with the unexpected rush of sensations we always seem to ignite when we connect.
Bringing his hands up to cup my face, a seductive smile stretches across his face as he leans closer.
