He sets me back down, his arms tightening around me as he kisses me, not caring who’s around to watch. His lips don’t leave mine until a hand claps down on his shoulder. Releasing me, he turns to hug first his dad, then his mom, rolling his eyes at how tightly she hugs him. She’s sobbing against his throat, muttering words I can’t understand, while his dad hugs them both.
“We’re so proud of you, son,” he tells Clay once his mom calms down, though tears still trickle down her cheeks.
Mrs. Mitchell, or Heather as she keeps telling me to call her, hands me the camera that’s been pretty much attached to her face today, asking, “Honey, will you take a picture of us?” I take it from her, and she stands on the one side of Clay, directing his dad to stand on the other. Beaming, they both look at me.
I can tell Clay’s embarrassed by the attention, so I can’t help but goad him. “Smile for the camera, Clay.” He gives me one, but it’s not genuine. He’s gritting his teeth, and it’s totally fake. I lower the camera to glare at him. “A real smile please.”
“Don’t laugh,” his mom leans close to tell him. As soon as she does, he bites down on his lip, trying to hold it in. Her saying that works on all three boys. As soon as she tells them not to laugh, they grin these huge, goofy smiles. It’s awesome. I’ve tried to do it to him, but it seems to only work for her. Poking him in the side, she says, “Don’t do it. Don’t even smile.” One side of his mouth tips up, and she continues, “Oh, there it is … I can see it. You better not!” He can’t hold it in anymore, and shaking his head, he finally smiles. I take three pictures in quick succession before he’s finally able to control it, and she leans up to kiss his cheek. “I love you, baby boy.”
“Mooom,” he groans, closing his eyes. I start to snicker, hiding my grin with my hand, and he opens his eyes back up to glare at me. As soon as his parents release him, he stalks over to me, wrapping one arm around my waist and taking the camera out of my hands with the other. “Here,” he hands it to his mom.
She immediately holds it up to take a picture of us. “Say cheese, you two.”
“Is it over yet?” he complains in a low voice so she can’t hear. I smack him on the chest and shake my head. He sighs heavily but turns us both to face his mom, not releasing the hold he has on my waist. She snaps a few pictures, then directs us to pose with our arms around each other, looking down at each other. Clay looks adorable in his graduation robes, and when I tell him that, he actually blushes. “Don’t get used to it,” he mutters, “I’m never putting these on again.”
Peyton and Wyatt walk over to join us with Wyatt’s mom and sister, who Linc has been staring at all day. I nudge Clay, pointing out his little brother’s lovesick expression, and he drops his head, burying his face in my neck, his body shaking with laughter. “Oh, that’s going to be so much fun in a few years. Wyatt’s going to kill him if he notices.”
Both Wyatt’s mom and Clay’s take more pictures, both of the guys together, then of them with Peyton and me. Finally, pictures are done, and it’s time to go back to Clay’s parent’s for a graduation party. Clay strips out of his robes as soon as we get to his car, loosening his tie and rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt. “It’s too damn hot for all this,” he grouses, climbing into the driver’s seat. Once we’re on the road, he grows quiet, and the closer we get to his parents’, the more nervous he appears.
“What’s wrong?” I finally ask him.
He doesn’t look at me or answer at first. I wonder if I should ask again, but just as I start to, he pulls into a parking lot and puts the car in park. His hands squeeze the steering wheel, so hard I worry he might actually do damage, then turns to look at me. “I start working for dad on Monday.” I nod my head, already knowing this, but not sure where he’s going with the conversation. He inhales a deep breath, looking away as if to gather courage, then asks, “Are you moving in with Anna for the summer?”
“Yes,” I answer tentatively. I’m supposed to start moving out of the dorms tomorrow.
Clay swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and the expression on his face changes from nervous to determined. “I want you to move in with me instead.” My eyes widen, and my mouth drops open. I don’t even know what to say. We’ve only been a couple for four months. “C’mon Kat, you’ve been practically living at my apartment for the past two months.”
That might be true, but there’s a difference between “practically” and “actually”. When I tell him this, he groans in exasperation. His eyes are earnest when he tells me, “I want you with me. When school starts in August, you’ll be busy, and between your classes and my job, we won’t see each other as much. I want as much time with you as I can get before that happens.”
“Wow,” I breathe, not sure how I can say no to that. My parents won’t be thrilled about me moving in with him. They wouldn’t be thrilled about me moving in with any guy. But, I can see his point. I want to spend as much time with him as I can too. I take a few minutes to consider what he’s asking, though I know it’s driving him crazy to not get an immediate answer.
Clay waits as long as he can, which is not long at all, maybe three or four minutes before he breaks. “Yes or no, Kat. It’s not a hard question.” Ah, there’s the jerk side of Clay I love so much.
“Jeez, give me a minute to think.”
He leans into me, cupping my cheek in his hand. “I tried. Please say yes. If you decide you hate living with me, you can always go back to your sister’s. But think about it … we’ll see each other more, you won’t have to deal with your sister and whatever she’s doing with her boss, and you’ll get regular sex.” He waggles his eyebrows at the last, and I laugh.
“Oh, well, if you’re promising me regular sex, how can I say no?” I’ve already made my decision, but it’s too much fun to tease him. He always said I was easy to rile up, but now, our roles are reversed. It doesn’t take much at all for me to antagonize him. Clay continues to glare at me, so I reach up to press a quick kiss on his mouth. “If it means that much to you …” I pause, and a grin grows on his face. “I guess I can move in.”
This time. he’s the one who laughs. “Gee, thanks. You sound so excited about it.”
I smile up at him, and say, “I am excited. I just like to make you wonder.”
“You definitely do, Kitty Kat, you definitely do.” Using his hands on my cheeks, he pulls me into a much deeper kiss than the one I gave him, his tongue sliding into my mouth to explore, causing both of us to groan. I grip his biceps with my hands and give myself over to his kiss. Kissing him is one of my favorite things to do, and now that I’ll be living with him, I can kiss him whenever I want. Now I just have to figure out how I’m going to explain my new living situation to my parents. Oh well, I’ll worry about that later … when Clay isn’t devouring my mouth.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Ahhh! We’re here again! 2015 and 2016 have been so difficult for me in terms of writing, and life in general. Some days I didn’t think this book would ever be finished. So, for everyone who made it possible:
Stephen, AJ, Jake: Bless you. You put up with my crazy, the conversations I have in my head (and sometimes out loud) with fictional people, the lack of laundry getting washed, dishes being done, dinners made, and time missed. I wouldn’t be able to do what I do without your understanding and support. I love you all, to the moon and back.
Melanie: I sort of thanked you already in the dedication, but you only get so much space there. Seriously, you keep me sane(ish?). I don’t know what I would do without you, and I’m glad I never have to find out. You get me in a way no one else ever has and you have this uncanny ability to know exactly what I need to hear to keep me from jumping off that ledge I’m constantly hanging onto by my fingernails. You’re my voice of reason and my brutally honest critique partner. My plot lines are better because I have you to talk them through with. I love you more than Bennett & Max, more than Sean & Peter, more than TM—well, you get the picture :)
Ste
fanie: You do an amazing job keeping me on task and making sure the business side of my life runs smoothly. I don’t envy you that job at all. I know I’m a spazzy mess 99.9% of the time. Thank you for putting up with my crazy, my mostly absent mind, and most of all for being my friend.
Jen, Debi, Crystal and Andrea: #CastawayCar4Life. I would get lost in a car with you in the middle of NYC (or anywhere else) on any day of the week. For reals. You make me laugh till I cry (the British chocolate doesn’t hurt either lol). Until the next adventure!
Z: Over the past few months you’ve helped me find who I am and discover who I want to be. My confidence has grown, my knowledge of certain things (and yeah, I’m vague-acknowledging lol) has absolutely grown, and even though you drive me to distraction on a daily—sometimes hourly—basis, I appreciate you for everything you’ve taught me. Thank you Sir!
P: Where do I even start? You’ve quickly become one of my favorite people to talk to, and I have so much fun when I’m with you. Thank you for the conversations, calming my neurotic self, Tumblr GIF’s, and well, you know what else. Like Z, you’ve done wonders for my self-confidence, and you make me feel things I’d forgotten I needed to.
Annie: I love and adore you in so many ways. You took a chance on me and read Save Me From Myself, and even though you’ve claimed David for life, you’ve fallen for each of my other characters as well. We’ll always have Boston—and the Cape (even if I got next to no writing done that week because I was too busy having fun!) I’ll be here anytime you want to yell at me for what I’ve done to characters, or to read the reviews you’re writing, even when they add to my never-ending TBR list. PS—I can’t wait to spoil Alyx!
Georgia & Swoon Romance: Thank you for reading my work and taking a chance on me. I know I’m not the easiest person to work with. I appreciate your patience, your knowledge, your faith in me and my writing, and the fact that you don’t give up on me … even if I’m sure you want to strangle me sometimes (possibly all the time)
Staci: Dude … you make my words make sense. Well, except for these acknowledgments since you didn’t have anything to do with editing these. Sometimes I think you know these characters better than I do, and you do an absolutely amazing job keeping everything in this “world” straight!
The bloggers: Thank you! Thank you for posting about a cover reveal, putting up a review, pimping a release, etc. You guys are all so supportive, and I don’t know how I’d manage without everything you all do. The amount of work you do to help authors is so appreciated.
The readers: From the very bottom of my heart—Thank you for picking up even just one of my books. Words can’t even begin to express how much I appreciate each and every one of you. It amazes me on a daily basis that people want to read the words I write, and it’s because of you all that any of this is possible. All my love <3
STACEY MOSTELLER
Stacey Mosteller is the New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Author of Second Chances and Shadows of the Past (co-authored with H.M. Ward), the Nashville Nights, Two Sisters and Nashville U series (coming late 2015 from Swoon Romance).
She is also a wife, mother, writer and self-professed bookwhore—not necessarily in that order! As the mother of three growing boys, her Kindle has become her temporary escape from the insanity of boys, dogs and her husband. Stacey can usually be found curled up with her iPad when she’s supposed to be writing or creating endless Spotify playlists!
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty-One
Epilogue
Acknowledgements
About the Author
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