Girl talk

“You’re right, it’s not like he goes to our school or anything,” I sighed, hoping that wouldn’t be the case.

“So… how is he in bed?” Kallie asked, leaning in and lowering her voice so no one else could hear.

“Kallie… OMG, stop,” I said, embarrassed.

“Come on, this is exciting! We never get to girl talk like this!”

I stared down at my soda, feeling my cheeks heat up. In a low voice, I admitted, “He’s really, really good.”

“He better be with looks like that. How big is he?” she teased.

“Kay, stop...”

“Come on,” she pressed, grinning.

“Big,” I muttered, feeling my face flush crimson.

“I’m surprised you can walk,” Kallie teased, laughing.

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t stop myself from adding, “He put me in the bath afterward, then carried me to bed.”

“So, he’s sexy, big, good in bed, and a gentleman. What’s the problem?”

“He’s Rick’s son, Kallie. And we have adjoining rooms connected by a bathroom,” I groaned, placing my face in my hands.

“That you’ve already had sex in. The deed is done. There’s no turning back now.”

I sighed, “Well, tonight, do you and Jake want to stay in the guest bedroom? My mom and Rick are going on a trip this weekend.”

“What about Tyler?”

“I don’t have a bed until tomorrow morning, so he’s staying at a friend’s house. I’ll sleep in his room.”

“Why doesn’t he just sleep in the room with you?” Kallie asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Because he said that in front of Mom and Rick. Mom was the one who suggested you stay the night.”

“Stay the night where…?” Jake’s voice suddenly cut in as he appeared out of nowhere.

“At Bre’s new house,” Kallie answered casually.

“Sounds like fun,” Jake replied with a grin.

“Let’s swing by my house to grab some clothes for me and Jake,” Kallie suggested, finishing the last of her ice cream. “It’s close to hers and on the way.”

“Okay,” I said.

Meanwhile, Tyler grabbed his backpack and stuffed a change of clothes into it. Damn, I never gave her my phone number, he thought to himself.

He grabbed a sticky note and wrote his name and number on it. As he walked out of his room, he wondered where he could leave it so she’d notice. Finally, he stuck it on her bedroom door, sighed, and left the house.

After leaving Kallie’s, I decided to head home first to make sure Tyler was gone before Jake arrived. But as I opened the front door, I ran straight into him.

Without hesitation, Tyler cupped my face and kissed me passionately. His backpack hit the floor with a thud as he scooped me up and carried me to the couch, his lips never leaving mine.

Then, my phone started ringing.

Struggling to grab it from my back pocket, I accidentally dropped it. Jake’s name flashed on the caller ID.

Tyler froze for a moment, his jaw tightening. I reached for my phone and answered it on speaker.

“Bre, where did you go?” Jake’s voice rang out.

Tyler leaned down, irritated, and whispered in my ear, “I thought you were with Kallie.”

“Bre? Hello?” Jake’s voice called again.

Ignoring Tyler, I replied, “Jake, sorry, I wanted to see my mom off.”

“Okay. We’re leaving Kallie’s house now. It’ll only take a few minutes to get to you,” Jake said.

“Okay, see you in a bit,” I said.

Before I could end the call, Tyler reached over and pressed the button to hang up.

“Why did you do that?” I asked, glaring at him.

“I don’t like how close you two are. It irritates me. Plus, he interrupted us,” Tyler muttered, still hovering over me.

I stared at him, trying to understand what was going through his head. Finally, I sighed. “I need you to be gone before they get here.”

“So, that’s why you came back? To make sure I’d leave?”

“Yes,” I said, not hesitating.

Tyler stood up without a word, grabbed his backpack, and slammed the door on his way out.

I stared at the closed door, feeling conflicted. I’d never dealt with a situation like this before. I’d dated, sure, but I’d never lived with a guy. And Tyler wasn’t even my boyfriend. But seeing him leave angry hurt more than I expected.

Later, Kallie went upstairs to charge her phone. That’s when she noticed a green sticky note stuck to my bedroom door. Written in bold letters were Tyler’s name and his phone number.