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AUGUST WAS QUIET AS COULD BE AS SHE SPOKE ON THE PHONE. Tyler and Boone were fast asleep, all of them exhausted from their previous activities.
It had been perfect, August thought. So perfect.
Both boys had been so slow and gentle with her, and it was Boone who took her for the first time. Tyler had held her hand and kissed all over her face distractingly as she got used to the uncomfortable stretching sensation at first from how thick he was. But after that, it was heavenly the way their bodies moved in sync. And being with Tyler was just the same, him so much longer brushing something so deep inside of her that had her seeing stars and calling out his name like a pleading prayer.
But it was over now, and rather than fall asleep with only hazy thoughts of them while wrapped in their strong arms, she was now in the kitchen, whispering on the phone with her mother, who she'd called to let know she wasn't coming home. It wasn't an unusual occurrence — her calling to let her parents know she was sleeping over.
"How'd they take it?" Leslie Montgomery asked her daughter.
August looked down at her sock-clad feet anxiously. "I - I didn't tell them," she mumbled, making her mother sigh in disapproval. "I - I couldn't."
"You've got to eventually, August. They're your best friends."
But they were so much more than that even if her mother didn't know, which made it even harder. Especially after what they'd all done together.
Tears welled in August's eyes. "Maybe... maybe we don't have to move to Nashville."
"Honey, you know what Dennis said," Leslie said, mentioning her manager who'd made her an offer to make a real album with the record label, not just another demo CD. And once it was done, there was going to be a small tour around the south.
"But I can make the album from Arkansas, can't I?" she asked weakly.
"This is all—"
"I know this is all I've ever wanted," she cut her off, shutting her eyes tightly, so upset with herself. "But I can't just - I can't just leave them behind. Not now."
Leslie frowned, hearing the pain in her daughter's voice. "Has something happened between you and one of them, honey?"
"N - no," she lied pathetically. "Mama, I just don't know if I want this any more. Not if I have to choose between music and my life here."
Choose between a music career and Boone and Tyler.
Her mother was silent for a moment. "Why don't we talk about this tomorrow with your father? Just sleep on it, okay? It's a big decision to make by yourself."
"Okay," she murmured sadly. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"I love you. Hope this don't keep you from sleeping."
