Overpass Chapter 9

Excerpt from chapter 9 . . .

I sit up, CD still in hand. It’s Bush’s latest album. He taps the case. “Mom got four tickets for Bush. They’ll be in Seattle in a few weeks.” His lips curve into a smile, and he leans down to kiss me softly. “Want to go?”

“You’re serious?”

“Yeah.” He laughs like it’s ridiculous.

“I’m gonna meet your mother?”

“Ew, I hope not.” I swat him, but he chuckles. “It has nothing to do with you. She’s just crazy.”

“Why is your relationship so . . .”

“She just doesn’t get people. She wants me to be like Dad, and I’m not. I don’t know where to start with her. She’s overbearing and negligent at the same time. That doesn’t even make sense, does it?”

                                                                                              

“She’s still trying.”

“She’s throwing money at the problem. The problem being me. Again.”

“I don’t think you’re a problem,” I say quietly.

“That’s because I make you feel good.”

“You do?” I ask, laughing, though I know it’s so much more than that.

“Hell, yeah, I do.”

I shrug and change the subject. “You know I’m going to salivate over Gavin Rossdale all night, right? And if he offers up something more than a concert, I’m taking it.”

“Is that right?” His grin turns lascivious as he pushes me down and hovers over me.

“I just thought you should know.” My hands are on his face, which is so close to mine.

“That’s not going to happen.” He’s so confident.

“Why’s that?”

“Because once you’ve had me, you won’t want anyone else.”

“Well, you better get on that then,” I say, giving him permission to deflower me. Oh, how I want him to.

He smashes his lips to my neck and tickles me, making me squeal.