I rolled over and looked at the clock, surprised to find it was ten already.
"I'm still in bed. I guess I stayed up later than I thought." I yawned again and sat up.
"Well, get your fine ass dressed, and get over here. Oh, and pack a bag. I want you in my arms tonight. I'm twenty-seven. I don't like guy's night. I want my woman with me," he growled.
"Mmm...I like the sound of that." I moaned into the phone playfully.
"If you plan on us doing anything today besides making love, you need to tread carefully. I've had you once, which was a teaser that's left me a grumpy ass bear."
"You shouldn't have thrown yourself down the side of that mountain, and we could have fucked twenty times already."
"I hate me right now."
I laughed at how cute he was. "Alright. I'm getting up and packing. Are we going out today?"
"Yes. I had Brian take me out last night for a little while, but I didn't find the jacket I want to get for my dad. You mind helping me find it today? We can have dinner at this great restaurant downtown that overlooks a deep gorge and then back here. Sound good?" His voice sent goosebumps running down my arms and legs.
"Sounds great. I'll pick you up in an hour."
"Thirty-minutes."
"You're so bossy right now."
"You like it," he chuckled.
"Actually, I love it." I let him go and got up, moving faster than I really wanted to, but the anticipation of seeing him drove me forward.
I moved through the kitchen and ruffled my brother's hair as he ate a donut and played on his phone.
"Where're you going?" He glanced around.
"To Finn's house. I'll be back tomorrow."
"You better. It's Christmas Eve. Dad would blow a gasket if you didn't." He extended another donut in the air. "Need food?"
"Yes. Thank you." I snagged it and held it in my teeth as I jogged to the door, pulling my bag over my shoulder as I went. "I'll be back tomorrow. Love you."
"Yep. All the girls do."
I rolled my eyes and walked into the garage to find Dad's car already gone. He didn't work on Sundays, so I had to assume he was out with a woman. Where we needed to get Clark to see Milly as a viable candidate for romance, I desperately needed to get my dad to stop whoring around. He was a handsome guy with so much to offer. It made no sense that he would not only use women like Finn used to, but let them use him. There wasn't any good in living that kind of life.
* * * *
I used my key at Finn's, not wanting to have him get up seeing that he was crippled for the time being. He wasn't in the living room, so I called out, not wanting to scare him.
"Hey. I'm here."
"I'm in the bedroom. I can't figure out how to get my damn pants over this cast." He grunted, and I walked in to find him sitting on his bed in sexy black boxer briefs with one leg in his jeans and the other not.
I pressed my fingers to my lips, not wanting to laugh, but he was so far beyond cute.
His warm brown eyes moved across my face as his expression turned to anger. "Really?"
"I'm sorry. You're so cute." I moved toward him and slid my hands along his face, pulling it up toward me and bending down to kiss him soft and slow. By the time I was done with my greeting, his expression was relaxed and he looked a little dizzy.
"Hot." He licked at his lips, and tugged at his jeans again. "What am I going to wear?"
"What did you wear with Brian last night?" I pulled the jeans off and tossed them behind me.