Summer Girl

Summer Girl - Chapter 19

Chapter NINETEEN

"You're going downtown with Max?" Harley asked, looking amused. "I thought you said you were meeting Cay?"

  "Yeah, well, I invited Max," I said quietly. I could still feeling his lips on mine, his tongue inside my mouth. I bit my lip.

  "Okay. Have fun," he smirked.

  "Harley," I said, shaking my head.

  "What? Go, you had plans, right?" he asked. He was not mad, I could tell. But he was teasing me.

  "Yeah, but... I don't want to go now," I whispered, grabbing for his hand. It was warm and soft and I wanted to hold onto it forever.

  "Oh, you don't?" he teased, then leaned in to kiss my cheek.

  "No."

  He grinned again, leaning his forehead against mine. "You know, I knew you were... something special... the first time I saw you."

  "Cliche," I said, but smiled.

  "I'm serious. You looked at me on that beach that day, and I was done."

  "You remember that day we first saw each other?" I asked him, smiling.

  "Of course."

  "Well, you sure had a funny way of showing that."

  "I told you, I was scared. And then, I didn't want to steal you from Max."

  "Steal me? I'm not his possession," I said loudly.

  "I know. But... you're more his than you are mine."

  "I'm not anyone's."

  "You know what I mean." His face softened.

  "Max is amazing," I said.

  "Well, yeah. But I'm really jealous of him," Harley admitted.

  "You are?" I asked.

  He nodded. "Because he's spent so much time already getting to know you."

  "Well, we can start now," I said, shrugging at him.

  "After you go meet Cay," he told me.

  "I want to stay," I whispered, leaning against him.

  "Come back tonight," he said quickly, then added, "If you want."

  I  considered this for a moment. What did he mean? After I went downtown with Max to hang out with Cay, he wanted me to come back to the cottage to hang out? To kiss?

  "I guess I could do that," I told him.

  "Oh, you guess?" He smirked at me again.

  "You want me to?" I asked.

  "I do."

  I stood up, keeping my eyes on him. I wanted him to kiss me again. But then I knew I would never leave. I walked towards the doorway, then turned back.

  "Okay, see you later then?"

  "Later," Harley agreed. 

  Max was standing by the door, his shoes on. The cottage was warm and I wanted fresh air. I slipped into my sandals and grabbed his hand, pulling him outside. We walked together right past their Dad, who watched us until we got to their car.