Chasing My Forever (Beaumont: Next Generation 3) - Page 66

Quinn

“Your sister hates me.” Nola’s head is on my chest and she’s dragging her fingers lazily over my skin. Aside from band practice, we haven’t left each other’s side in days. And I like it. No, I love it and I’m fairly sure I’m in love with her. Over the past few days, I’ve been tempted to say it, thought I had the right moment many times, but have held back. I don’t know why because the words are right there. It’s possibly out of fear, afraid she won’t say them back or feel forced to say something she doesn’t mean.

I roll us over so we’re on our sides and pull the sheet up to cover her breasts. I want to focus on what she said to me, and not the fact that her soft skin is begging to be touched.

“Why do you say that?”

“You didn’t even ask me which sister I’m referring to.”

“I don’t have to. Peyton loves everyone and if she didn’t like you, she’d tell me, and she hasn’t said a word. So now, tell me why you think Elle hates you.” I know Elle’s pissed at me and it’s likely because of Nola. Thing is, I don’t care. The band doesn’t need to practice twelve to thirteen hours a day, especially if we’re just playing small gigs. Although, I know the gigs are going to change soon and we’ll have to start traveling, but until then, until we’re off and running, I’m going to spend as much time with Nola as I can. She needs to know she’s important to me.

She shrugs. “It’s just a feeling I get. When she stopped by last night, she didn’t even say hi.”

“That’s Elle, she didn’t say hi to me either if you remember correctly. She threw some papers at me, told me to sign them and walked out.”

“I just feel…” Nola buries her face into the pillow. “I don’t want to come between the two of you.”

I start to laugh, which does nothing to help the situation. “Listen to me, Elle is fine. It’s just her sunny disposition. It takes her a bit to warm up to people, but I promise you, she doesn’t hate you.”

“If you say so.”

“I do, now stop worrying your pretty little head. You can talk to her tonight at the Bean Song.”

Nola rises onto her elbow, the sheet falling away. I swallow hard and try to keep my eyes steady on hers, but to no avail.

“Eyes up here, mister.”

“Ugh,” I groan. “They’re so perfect,” I tell her as I cup one of her breasts. She bats my hand away and covers up, pulling the sheet up to her neck, and effectively cutting off any visible skin. It’s hard to be serious around her when all I want to do is touch her.

“Are you singing tonight?”

“Of course, I am. It’s how I buy groceries.”

She rolls her eyes. “I’m sure you’re not hurting for money.” Nola closes her eyes and shakes her head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it to come out like that.”

“It’s fine. You can ask me anything, ya know.”

“I know, but I don’t feel like it’s any of my business.”

I lean forward and kiss her. As much as I want to deepen it, to make love to her again, we’ve been cooped up in my room since dinner last night and I don’t want her to think she’s here for sex, although I must admit, it’s pretty damn spectacular.

“I have a trust fund. The only thing I use it for is to pay my rent. I use the money from the Bean Song to buy groceries and whatnot. Oh, and I’ve bought my car and motorcycle. That’s it.”

“Thrifty,” she says, giggling.

“No, just smart. Our dad had us invest most of it. I can live off the interest I earn, but if there’s something I want, I buy it. I know not everyone can live this way, so I try not to flaunt it.”

“You definitely don’t come off as a trust fund baby.”

“That’s good.” I can’t resist her for long, no matter how hard I try. I roll over on top of her and settle between her legs. Her fingers dig into my ass, pushing me forward. “We should get up and go out, be human.”

“This is being human,” she says, arching her back.

“So is getting coffee and walking hand in hand through the park. We could get some lunch, do a little shopping.” My finger trails over her collarbone to the hollow of her neck where a nice diamond pendant would look fantastic against her skin.

Nola rocks her hips, clearly indicating that she doesn’t care about shopping or food. However, I do. I want people to see us out together, as a couple, and we’ve yet to

do that. Honestly, I’m surprised she hasn’t said something. Most girls want to be public and not holed up in an apartment all the time.

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