Lovin' The Benefits

(3) Unknown Number

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Unknown Number . . .

"I love you," I mumble against his lips. I stand up on the tips of my toes, leaning through his truck window to press my lips harder against his. Resting back on my feet, I stare into his eyes with a shy smile.

"I love you more," Jeremiah replies coolly, even though he smiles widely. Reaching out he grabs one of my hands and kisses my knuckles, his eyes never leaving mine. He laughs, dropping my hand so that he can reach out and stroke my cheek. "You're blushing, Chloe-kins."

I laugh nervously, feeling the heat predominantly in my cheeks. I look down, allowing some of my hair to cover some of my face. That was pointless, though, because he brushes the hair behind my ear and continues to softly stroke his finger in small circles on my cheek.

"I've seriously been watching you two googly-eyed losers do nothing but stare at each other for over five minutes now."

I immediately turn around, and as soon as I lay eyes on them I roll my eyes playfully.

Shay Walker, one of my best friends, is standing in the doorway of my house with one hand propped on her slender waist. She stood tall; well, taller than me, and her long brown hair hangs carelessly down her back. Her gray-blue eyes shine with nothing but amusement as she continues to playfully watch us.

Behind her stands my other best friend, Kayla Greene. She stands, with both hands covering her mouth and laughter in her hazel eyes. Her curly brown hair is up in a messy bun on the top of her head, but she still looks good nonetheless.

I sigh, and turn back to Jeremiah. "I guess I'll call you later?" I suggest, even though I don't want him to leave.

He nods, giving me a smile that melts my heart. "Have fun with the girls," he tells me laughing and gestures toward the house where the girls were still standing.

I roll my eyes at him and walk away from the truck. A few seconds later I hear his truck pull away and fade down the road.

"You two are so good together," Shay tells me once I reach them.

I glance over my shoulder to where his truck disappeared and a smile absently curves at my lips in agreement.

She grabs a hold of my arm and pulls me into the house. I allow her to tug me inside and Kayla closes the door behind us. Shay continues to pull me down the hall and towards the stairs that lead to my room.

Passing by the living room, I see my mom sitting there with her focus on the television. Her legs are folded underneath her as she stares at the screen in concentration.

"Hey, Mom," I call out as I pass.

I faintly hear her mumble a "Hi" in response, but that's all I got.

Once the three of us make it to my room, I flop across my bed from exhaustion. Kayla sits next to me and Shay takes a seat in the chair at my desk.

For a moment, no one speaks; but the silence is quickly broken by Shay's voice.

"So what happened?" She asks eagerly, moving the chair closer to the bed. "Was she being all trashy?"

"I'm sure she wasn't acting 'trashy'," Kayla interrupts.

I shake my head in agreement. "She wasn't." I sit up and cross my legs Indian style, shrugging once I get comfortable. "She was just acting like she normally does, I guess."