by Jillian Dodd
I give him a long, sweet kiss. “You have a deal.”
He smacks my ass and says, “You’re so late.”
I roll late into the sleepover, wearing Dawson’s ring on my thumb. I don’t know why it mattered. They’re just standing around chatting, eating pizza. I’m thinking I can not wait to go to NYC and eat some healthy food. I text Tommy.
Me: Staying at the loft this weekend. How do I get in?
Tommy: I’ll have someone meet you, what time?
Me: Saturday, 10am?
Tommy: Will do. Will you have guests? I’ll have some food brought in.
Me: Healthy food, PLEASE!! And uh, me+1.
Tommy: Gorgeous?
Me: Uh....
Tommy: I think I already know you slept with him. Your freak out texts last week?
Me: Still, its kinda embarrassing.
Tommy: Naw, it’s natural. Have fun baby and make him treat you right.
Me: He asked me out tonight <3
Tommy: We wanna meet him.
Me: He said yes, so you will soon.
Tommy: Love you, baby.
Me: Give the girls a kiss for me, and tell mom I miss her. (This all got cut. And I’m so glad she didn’t just have everything completely done for her. That she had to order in food herself. That she had to hire a decorator and choose items for it. It was a more grown-up way for her to do things, and it made the loft that much more important to her.)
Then my phone buzzes with a Facebook notification. I read it.
OMG!!!!!
OHHHHH MYYYY FREAKING GOSH!!!
I’ve been away from Dawson for like three and a half minutes. And in that time he put
that he is in a relationship with me, and I have to approve it!
I quickly do. And I’m really really excited about this. The fact that he put it on his wall and so quickly!!
Doesn’t that mean he’s excited about it and wants everyone to know??!!!
Pretty soon, my phone is buzzing away.
Annie texts me: OMG!!! When did he ask you? What did he say???
Maggie comes flying over to me, giggling and hugging me. “Oh my gosh Congratulations!!! I am sooooo happy for you. He is SOOOOO DREAMY!”
“Who’s dreamy?” Peyton and another senior dancer, Robyn, ask. (We don’t know who Robyn is.)
Maggie and I don’t get a chance to respond because Katie is running at me screaming, “Keatynnnnnnn!!!!! I just saw Facebook!!!! Why didn’t you tell me? I shouldn’t have to find these things out online!!!!”
“Uh, it just happened. I mean, like that’s why I was late. And I haven’t got a chance to talk to you yet. I didn’t think he would like post it right away.”
Robyn is like, “So what happened?”
Katie says dreamily, “Dawson asked Keatyn out.”
“Oh, really?” Peyton snaps.
I hold up the ring. “Got the ring and everything.” And I can’t help but grin like a maniac.
Robyn says, “Well, that’s awkward.”
“Why is it awkward?”
“Cuz he’s Peyton’s ex.”
“Well it might be if she wasn’t going out with Jake. And they broke up like five months ago.”
And the sleepover is pretty fun. I’m feeling a little high and happy. And the relationship status is getting lots of likes and comments from his friends. Dawson texts me constantly until he finally falls asleep on me at 2:30. I can’t wait to leave to go to New York with him in the morning. We’re meeting at 7am to take the train in. He told me one thing that made me really happy. He said that he was going to wait and ask me to go out with him when we were in NY, like somewhere more romantic, but he decided we should be going out before people hear we’re spending the weekend together. And I thought that was very thoughtful. Then he was naughtily telling me all the things he wants to do to me this weekend. And well, those things actually sound more fun than shopping. Oh, I guess the other kinda weird thing that happened is that Peyton is my Dance team big sister. She’s supposed to be my mentor or something. Now if you ask me, that IS awkward. (All of this got cut, too. I swear, I cut a full book’s worth of words in most the books I write. LOL.)
Saturday, September 10th
Which way to the bedroom?
7am
(So this is where things get really different. This scene doesn’t end up happening until the very end of Kiss Me, and a lot more transpires in between. Two weeks worth of Keatyn drama, which is a lot that I added. In the end, this happens after the weekend trip that Whitney planned to get Dawson away from Keatyn backfired. But, once they do get there, much of what happens here, does happen in the published version.)
Really wishing I wasn’t up this early. I’ve tried to look sexy all week, but today, I just didn’t have the stamina for it. So I pulled my hair back into a pony, threw on a cute sweatsuit for the train ride into New York. I keep thinking if I can just get to the train, I can sleep for another hour or so. The screeching, laughing girls were up all freaking night. I have had exactly one hour and fourteen minutes of sleep. My ass is seriously dragging.
But when I walk out the dorm door and see Dawson walking up the path, my heart does a little flip, and I bounce happily down the stairs and into his arms. He gives me a big hug and says, “Let’s roll.”
We walk to his car, and he drives us to the train station, we hop a train and both sleep. We are at the loft a bit early, so we stop at the coffee shop down the block and talk about our plans for the weekend. What we want to do, what I need to do. I have a couple specific stores I need to go to, and he has a couple specific things he wants to do TO me. We agree that once we get to the loft, we’ll change quick and get my shopping done. Then we can spend the rest of the day roaming around. Maybe go to the museum, grab some dinner, and then go back and do all the things on his TO DO list.
But it doesn’t go down quite as planned. We no more than get in the loft, and he has me pinned on the sleek leather couch, kissing me, sliding my tank off my shoulders, pulling off my sweats. And there’s something so hot about the way he wants me. The way he can’t seem to wait. How his kisses are so urgent. How his hands are everywhere. How I can’t get him close enough to me, how I want him closer, how I’m guiding him towards me. How he is like the train we were just on, running quickly down the track, one single destination.
He had told me last night how he was going to go slow, kiss every part of my body, touch every square inch of me, but all of that seems forgotten now. This is like fast and furious. It’s a lot like the first time we did it. Hard, fast, primal.
He’s kissing me sweetly, grazing his lips across my cheeks, up by my hairline. “So much for our plan.” I say.
“I’m sorry, I just, I don’t know what you do to me. No one has ever made me like this. I just want you so badly, I can hardly stand it. It’s like I’m an animal.” He laughs then gets serious. “I love you, Keatie. God, this is amazing. We’re like amazing together.”
“So you wanna see the rest of the loft?”
“So long as you stay dressed like that.”
“Uh, I’m not dressed.”
“Exactly.”
“We have to go shopping today. There are dresses on hold for me to look at for homecoming, and my mom will be mad if I don’t go get one of them.”
“You gotta date I don’t know about?”
“No, I don’t have a date yet. But I’m going, and I’m gonna need a dress.”
“And I get to watch you try them on?”
“You get to see me in them, but no, you don’t get to be in the dressing room with me. But I would like a boy’s opinion. I wanna look good.”
“Dang. And I was just thinking you look really good naked.”
He pulls me up, I grab a cashmere throw off the chair, wrap it around me. He picks me up, says, “Which way to the bedroom?” and carries me giggling in there.
This time, he did all the things he threatened to do to me. Slowly kissing me, rubbing me, torturing me really, until I could
n’t wait anymore. And it was slow and amazing and tender and after we both fell asleep.
The phone next to the bed is ringing. I answer it. It’s Tommy.
“Well since you answered the phone, I guess that means you got in okay? Everything okay? There plenty of food?”
“Uh, everything’s fine. I haven’t had a chance to look in the kitchen yet.”
“Yet? Didn’t you get there at like ten? You’ve been there four hours, what have you been doing? Oh, shit, forget I asked that. Sorry.”
“Naw, it’s okay. We’ve actually been asleep. I had a dance sleepover thing last night and only got about two hours of sleep. I’m glad you called because I need to go look at those dresses Kym has been going on about.”
“Since you have a boyfriend, does that mean you have a date?”
“Oh, um, no he hasn’t asked me yet. I don’t know if he will. He had big plans of taking the girl he dated the last two years. Well except they have been broken up for months, but I don’t know. If he goes with someone else, then I’ll make Dallas go with me. He’s fun. We’d have a blast.”
“So your boyfriend might take another girl to the dance. That’s messed up.”
“Bye, Tommy.”
Dawson woke up at some point during my conversation with Tommy. I tell him, “I’m gonna shower, get ready, then we need to go, okay?”
“Yeah, we do need a shower.”
“We?”
And he just gives me a naughty grin.
While I am drying my hair, he’s checking out the loft, seeing what’s in the frig. He comes back in with an open bottle of Cristal and two flutes. “This place is sweet. And there’s tons of great food in the frig. If we didn’t have to go look at dresses, we wouldn’t have to leave.”
He sets the glasses and bottle down, grabs my robe belt and unties it. “Much better,” he says, looking down at me, basically naked again. “I think we should just be naked until we have to go back to school.” He pours us each a drink. “Here’s to my beautiful, naked girlfriend.”
“I’m not drinking to my nakedness.”
He runs his hand down my stomach. “Oh, but you should.”
“Dawson! Stop that! Dresses first, so I don’t get in trouble, and then we can come back here and get naked or whatever. This weekend was supposed to be about shopping, not sex.”
He kisses my shoulder, “Bullshit. If you really wanted it to be about shopping, you would’ve brought your girl friends, not me. And I can’t help that you’re so damn sexy, and you make me want you. All the time.” (He is right about that. And later, she does. Who can forget their Lingerie Party?)
And even though I need to go soon, the fact that he wants me all the time, makes me feel extremely sexy, so I figure, what the hell. I laugh, say, “Come on, help me get dressed,” as I slide my robe off, let it fall to the ground, and walk out of the bathroom with nothing on.
He follows me, like a dog after a bone, “Oh, you’re in trouble now.”
So eventually, we made it to the stores. Barely. I found a gorgeous dress to wear. It’s so pretty, and it looked really great on me. Kym is good, that’s for sure. All the dresses were beautiful, but one of them had Dawson all hot and bothered. It’s a Valentino one shoulder dress made of black lace. It has a banded waist with a macrame style almost sunflower patterned skirt. It’s fitted and short. The top of the dress is asymmetrical, off one shoulder, tied at the top with a small bow. It also has a nude colored backing behind the lace, so there is the slight illusion that you are naked and the lace is just there to cover certain body parts. It’s gorgeous, classy, but still very sexy. I also really loved the Louboutin double platform sandals she had picked out to go with it. The heels are so tall, and combined with the short dress, make my legs look miles long. (I love this dress!)
“Hey, do you have some more shopping you need to do?” Dawson asks me as I’m paying for the dress.
“Well, I wouldn’t mind shopping a little more before we leave.”
“Okay, good. I need to run a quick errand, and then I’ll meet you back here in say thirty minutes?”
“Uh, sure. Where are you going?”
“It’s a surprise.”
“Um, okay, well then, I’ll be in the shoe department.”
“I should have known that.”
He gives me a kiss and rushes off.
All I have to say is it’s amazing how many pairs of shoes and boots you can try on and buy in a measly thirty minutes. (There is a lot of me in this line from Keatyn. I can do the same thing.)
I’m laden down with packages, when gorgeous Dawson comes strolling back in, gift bag swinging in his hand. Literally every shoe shopper’s head turned when he walked by. He is that good looking. Even the old ladies couldn’t help but stare. It makes me feel very lucky. I wanna scream, Yeah, this is my boyfriend.
He walks up to me, kisses my cheek. “You leave any shoes for anyone else?” He’s eying my seven shopping bags.
“There’s not that many pairs, I swear, shoes just take up a lot of room.”
“What did you buy?” I ask, curiously.
“You’ll see later.”
Which probably means more condoms or something romantic like that.
“Hey, do you think it would be okay if we met my parent’s for brunch tomorrow? Riley told them I was in town and now they wanna meet you.”
“Gonna be kinda hard if I have to be naked.”
“I’ll probably let you get dressed for this.”
“Okay, I brought a nice dress, so that’d be cool. Did they love Peyton?”
“Well they did like her, then I don’t know, you know how parents are, when someone breaks up with their kid, they kinda stop liking them.”
“Yeah, Tommy’s ready to kill Brooklyn.”
“So back to the loft?” he winks.
“Yeah.”
Back at the loft and we’re digging through the frig trying to decide what we are going to have for dinner.
After dinner, Dawson says, “I bought dessert. That’s what’s in the bag.”
“Yum. What did you get?”
“Okay, so close your eyes.”
I close them.
I can hear him getting banging around in the kitchen, and pretty soon he’s back in front of me.
“Okay, open.”
In front of me is a sinful looking triple layer chocolate cake. On the top is written. Homecoming?
“What does that mean exactly?”
“I’m asking you to be my date for homecoming.”
I smile. How can I not? A cake? He’s so freaking adorable. And he’s hot. It’s a deadly combination.
“Oh, well yes, I’d love to go to homecoming with you.”
“That dress, I may have to hide you away all night. You looked so amazing, Keatie. I can’t wait.”
He starts to cut the cake. “Wait. Take a picture of it.”
He does, downloads it to facebook with the caption, She said yes :)
We eat the sinful cake. Oh my, it is so good. Seriously almost orgasmic.
Even though he threatened me with torture of some kind, I couldn’t sit at the dinner table and eat naked. I guess I’m not that confident in my body yet or something, or it seemed a little gross. I suggest we get in the hot tub, so we do, looking out at all the city lights. It’s gorgeous in an urban way.
“This is really romantic,” he tells me.
“Yeah, it’s nice.”
And then he starts kissing me again.....and we all know where that leads. (This was super cute, but not quite the same as the naked chests and the Dean shaking his ass that ended up in the final version.)
Sunday, September 11th
Meet the parents
11am (Although I did a clothing board for what she wore, this entire scene got cut.)
I’m kinda freaking out about meeting his parents.
“Did you tell them you stayed at the loft with me last night? What are they going to think? They will think I’m sleezy.”
/> “They are going to love you. Just chill. And I told them we were staying at your stepdad’s loft. I didn’t mention he wouldn’t be here.”
“What if they ask? Oh and they are going to ask me about my parents and my family. Shit. Do we have to go?”
And why the hell am I so nervous about this? The only other times I’ve gotten this nervous was when I’m around Aiden, or when I got to meet David Beckham. Because really, regardless of what they tell you, it’s not milk that does a body good. It’s whatever he does to work out. I don’t really know what it is, but it’s working. I should point out I really don’t get nervous meeting famous people, I know they are just people, but when I met David, he was out surfing with Tommy and I walked out there completely unprepared. (Can you even imagine the hotness of watching Tommy and David surf together? Does David even surf? In my mind, he can.)
I should have known something was up when mom was standing in the living room watching Tommy surf through the telescope. She never does that. But he walked out of the water and booyah, holy shit, yeah, you get the idea, I lost use of my tongue. Now that I think about it, he is a bit god like as well. He and Tommy and possibly Aiden may be in some secret god club. (LOL, Abby.)
We meet his parents at their house for brunch. Their house is a gorgeous upper east side row type home on a gorgeous tree lined street. Most people own like a floor of these homes, and they own the whole damn building. I guess I should of known based on the house in the Hamptons, but both Riley and Dawson are so laid back and not the least bit uppity, they’re parents did something right. I like them right away.
French Kissing Crisis
7:50 pm
Hottie God: Desperately need you.
Hottie God: For workbook help.
