“So what’s the problem?”
“It’s stupid.”
“It’s not if it’s bothering you.”
“Berkley hasn’t texted or called me all day.”
“He might be doing schoolwork,” Mom suggests.
“I was in a Zoom meeting and I overheard some of the girls talking about inviting Sy and Berkley over. I brushed it off because Berkley isn't into that kind of crap.” At least I don’t think he is. I might be being naïve here. “But then he hasn't reached out to me all day.”
“Why don’t you call him?”
“I don’t want to be clingy!” Mom laughs. “Go to work. I’m overthinking it. I’m sure everything is fine.”
“That boy has been into you for years. He’s not at some other girl’s house. If anything, he’s waiting for me to leave.”
“Mom!” I gasp. “He is not.”
She only laughs harder. “I’ll leave you be for now.” She grabs her stuff off the table. “You’ve been taking your pill, right?”
“Mom!” She laughs all the way to the front door until I hear it close behind her. I grab my phone off the counter, checking it again. Still nothing.
Am I being clingy? After what we did last night I was sure I’d get a morning call or text. I debated calling Davis to poke around, but then I felt like a stalker. The sound of a roaring bike has me walking toward the front of the house. I push open the front door, coming out on the porch. I see Berkley standing next to his car and Davis on some fancy-looking bike.
Berkley gives me a chin nod. A chin nod! I know he can’t do anything right this second with Davis right here, but it only irritates me more. I pretend to not notice him.
“You want to ride with me?” Davis takes off the helmet, wiggling his eyebrows at me. Berkley’s whole body stiffens at the question.
“I’m good.”
“Why don’t you take it for another spin?” Berkley suggests. I know he’s trying to get me alone. I don’t bother to look his way again. If he can ignore me all day, I can ignore him right now. “Go show Sy.”
Davis puts the helmet back on. “You kids don’t do anything I wouldn't do while I’m gone,” he teases as he jumps on the bike, taking off. I turn to head back into the house. I try and shut the door behind me, but Berkley catches it before I can.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I’m fine.”
“Fine?” He furrows his eyebrows as if he knows that me saying I’m fine means I’m the total opposite of fine.
“I’m great?”
He steps more into the house, and I have to step back. He kicks the door closed after him.
“You’re mad at me?” I shrug. “Are you going to tell me why?” I shake my head no. He runs his hand through his short hair, looking frustrated. “Been missing you all fucking day, sweetness. Can you please tell me what I did so I can fix it and then kiss you already? We’re on borrowed time here before Davis gets back. I don’t want to waste one second of it. Tell me what I did to upset you.”
The anger I was feeling starts to melt away. “It was silly. It’s why I didn't want to tell you.” I drop my head back to look up at him. “I missed you, and you haven't called or texted me. Then I heard Mindy Valentine talking about wanting you to come over.”
“Who is Mindy Valentine?”
I put my hand in front of my chest to motion for big boobs. The boys in school are always talking about them. Something Mindy is quite proud of. He still looks lost.
“It doesn't matter. I know you’re not talking to Mindy.”
“I don’t talk to anyone.” I snort a laugh. That is true. “I didn't call you or text because I didn't want to scare you off. I was trying to give you space. If it was up to me, I’d never leave your fucking side. I'd permanently attach myself to you.”
I run my hands up his chest. “I guess we’re kind of new at this whole dating thing.”
“We’re not dating. You’re mine and I’m yours.”
“I like the sound of that.”
He lifts me off my feet, his hands going to my ass. “I think neither of us should assume anything when it comes to each other. If you want to call or text me, I want you to do it.”
“The feeling is mutual.”
He presses me against the wall. My eyes drop to his mouth. “Did you buy Davis a bike?” I lift my eyebrows at him.
“Not just for Davis. I’m going to take you for a ride too.” He presses his cock into me, making me gasp. Letting me know that’s not the only ride he wants to take me on.
“Berkley.” I dig my fingers into his shirt.
“Yeah, sweetness?” he says, brushing his mouth against mine.