When Summer Ends (5 page)

I grinned and shook my head slowly. “Oh no, I won’t be
forgetting any of that for a while,” I teased. He laughed dejectedly and cringed.

The DJ announced the bride and groom’s first dance so I
pulled Will off of the dance floor, much to his disappointment it seemed. I watched
the happy couple dancing. They looked so cute and in love that I was actually a
little jealous of their relationship.

Suddenly Will’s arms went around me, pulling me close to his
chest as a guy walked over. He was probably in his mid-forties. He looked me
over slowly with a sly grin on his face. I smiled back nervously, wondering
what was going on.

Will held out his hand to him. “Hey, how are you? Long time
no see,” he said politely as they shook hands.

“I’m great, son, you look like you’re doing good,” the guy answered,
nodding at me as his eyes wandered down my body again.

“Yeah. Chris, this is Chloe, my girlfriend. Chloe, this is
my Uncle Chris,” Will introduced, looking at me with one eyebrow raised. My
heart thumped in my chest when he said the G word.
Girlfriend?
Oh
wait I get it; this is the pervert Uncle I’m supposed to stay away from.

“Hi, Chris, it’s nice to meet you.” I shook his outstretched
hand and he brought it to his lips, kissing the back gently. Will’s arms
tightened on me again as he pulled me back into his chest, making me giggle at
how protective he was.

Another arm snaked around my shoulder. “Come dance with me,
Chloe,” Sam instructed, winking at his brother. Will immediately let go of me and
smiled at Sam gratefully. I glanced at Will to see if this was okay and he
nodded in prompt, stepping away from me. I didn’t actually want to dance with
Sam, but Will seemed a little relieved to see me go. More people were dancing
now. The cheesy wedding songs were out in force, eighties and nineties music to
get people up off of their seats.

“So, what’s up with that guy then? Will doesn’t seem to like
him,” I observed, frowning as I watched them talking. Will looked decidedly
uncomfortable, and also a little annoyed.

Sam snorted, looking distastefully in their direction.
“Chris is an ass. He hits on everything that moves, it’s gross. Will probably doesn’t
like him looking at you like that. He asked me to keep an eye on you too,” Sam
replied, leaning in to talk into my ear over the music.

“Ew, he’s like forty, that’s gross. Wait… when did Will ask
you that?” I asked, confused. He’d barely left my side the whole time.

“When we had our photos done,” he answered, shrugging. “So,
Will’s never mentioned you before. I actually didn’t know he was dating anyone.
How long have you been together?” he asked, moving closer to me.

I grinned. “We’re not together, we only met last night.”

He laughed and put his hands on my hips, pulling me closer
to him. “Oh really? So if you’re not dating, maybe I could ask you out?” he
flirted, winking at me suggestively.

I rolled my eyes and put my hand on his chest, pushing him
away from me. “Seriously, you two are so alike, cocky and overconfident. Maybe
I’m not interested in seeing either of you again after meeting the uncle,” I
joked.

“You’ll see me again,” Will purred confidently in my ear. I
jumped as his arm snaked around my waist, pulling me against his hard body as
we continued to dance. “Thanks for that, Sam.” He held out a fist to his
brother, who immediately did one of those cheesy punch things.

“Wow, you two are nerds,” I joked, making them both laugh.

The rest of the night passed without incident. We laughed
and danced. I chatted easily to his family, other than his uncle they all seemed
genuinely nice. Every time his mom looked at us flirting and dancing I would
see a little satisfied smile creep across her face.

During the slow dances at the end of the night, Will didn’t
let go of me once. One of his hands rested on the small of my back, the other
on the nape of my neck. His eyes were locked on mine, making my body tingle and
my stomach get butterflies. He was so close that there was barely an inch of
space between us and it made my heart race uncontrollably. He didn’t kiss me
though, he looked like he wanted to and I would imagine that my face looked
exactly the same, because I certainly wanted him to kiss me.

At eleven thirty the music finished, and the lights came
back on. We said our goodbyes to his family and he led me out to his car. We drove
me home in comfortable silence, it was sweet. I’d had an extremely nice time,
and I really hoped he did too. I was seriously hoping he would want to see me
again.

When we pulled up outside my house, he walked me to my door.
I noticed that my parents’ car wasn’t in the drive, signalling that they
weren’t home yet. Based on prior experience, the monthly friends reunions
lasted until around one or two in the morning so I had a while before they’d be
home.

“You want to come in for a coffee or something?” I asked.
Immediately I mentally slapped myself for adding the ‘or something’ on the end.
Wow, that sounds like I’m offering him ‘something’, meaning sex! Damn it,
Chloe!

“Yeah? Your parents won’t mind if I come in for coffee?” he
asked, looking at me hopefully. I shook my head and unlocked the door heading
in leaving the door open for him. I slipped my shoes off and headed for the
kitchen, flicking on the kettle.

“This is a nice place,” he complimented, looking around and
leaning on the kitchen island.

“Yeah, we’ve always lived here, I love this house,” I
replied, grabbing some mugs and making coffee. I knew how he took it; I’d
watched him make one after the meal tonight. He was leaning against the counter
watching me, smiling. “Your family is cute.”

He laughed uncomfortably. “Yeah, most of them. My mom’s a
pain in the butt sometimes. Sorry she kept looking at you like that all night.
I’ve never taken a girl to meet the parents before, I guess she got a little
excited,” he explained, shrugging.

“Really, you haven’t? Why not?” I asked as I poured the
coffees out.

“I’ve never really had a serious girlfriend that I wanted to
take to meet them.”

“Yeah? Are you a player?” I teased.

“What do you think?” he asked, smirking at me. He looked so
sexy that my mouth started to water.

He is unquestionably a player; he’s too freaking hot not
to sleep around.
“Absolutely.” I grabbed the coffees and headed into the
lounge, switching on the lights and putting the drinks down on the side table.
“So, Will, this is what a carpet looks like,” I joked, gesturing to the clean
floor.

He grinned. “Wow, I’ve not seen one of these since I moved out
of my parents’ house,” he replied, faking shock. I burst out laughing and sat
down on the sofa, looking at him expectantly.

He sat next to me. He was so close that I could barely sit
still. “Thanks for asking me to come with you today; I had a really nice time,”
I said honestly.

“Well, thank you for coming with me,” he whispered as he
inched his head closer to mine. I held my breath, knowing he was going to kiss
me again. My heart was thumping in my chest as the hair on the nape of my neck
prickled with excitement.

His lips touched mine for the fourth time in two days, and I
felt as if my whole body was on fire. I wrapped my arms around his neck,
pulling him closer. He traced his tongue along my bottom lip so I opened my
mouth eagerly. His tongue slipped in my mouth massaging mine. The kiss was beautiful,
perfect even. It made my whole body tingle. He moved forward more, making me
lay down on the sofa; he hovered above me, kissing me deeply. His hands trailed
down my body as he pressed himself to me closer. He pulled out of the kiss just
as I was getting a little dizzy, and started kissing down the side of my neck
and across my bare shoulders. I ran my hands down his back, clutching him to me.

Wait, this is way too fast.

“Will, stop,” I mumbled breathlessly. I was so excited that I
could barely force the words out.

He stopped immediately and pulled himself back up, putting
his forehead to mine. “Sorry, I got carried away,” he apologised.

“That’s okay. I’m just not the type of girl who puts out on
a first date,” I replied, blushing.

He laughed and reached behind his back, taking my hands and pinning
them above my head. “And what makes you think that I’m the type of guy that
puts out on a first date?” he asked, smirking at me.

I giggled, looking at him challengingly. “I can tell you
are.”

Will laughed and shook his head. “You have me pegged all
wrong, I’m not that type of guy at all,” he said innocently.

Yeah right, I don’t believe that for a second.
“You’re not, huh? So if I asked you to carry me upstairs and screw me on my parents’
bed, you’d say no?” I challenged, raising one eyebrow teasingly.

He groaned and shook his head. “No, I wouldn’t say no,” he
admitted, kissing me again. I tangled my hands in the back of his hair. He
pulled away a minute later. “I should probably go before I start begging you
for sex,” he said, smirking at me and making me blush again.

I burst out laughing and nodded in agreement. “Good idea.”

Immediately, he pushed himself up off of me. I stood up too;
we hadn’t even touched the now cold coffees on the side. “So, can I take you
out again?” he questioned, smiling his sexy little smile.

“Nah, that kiss just didn’t do it for me, sorry,” I teased.

His eyes went a little wide, his body seemed to tense up.
“Oh right, yeah okay, that’s fine,” he muttered uncomfortably.

I burst out laughing and stepped closer to him, pressing my
lips to his again. He moaned in the back of his throat as I pulled away. “The
kiss did it for me, don’t worry. And I’d love to see you again,” I said,
gripping his tie pulling on it gently.

His body visibly relaxed. “That was mean,” he scolded.

“Yeah, I am mean; you’ll find that out the more you get to
know me. Now get out of my house,” I instructed, smirking at him.

“Yes, Ma’am.” He kissed me again and headed for the front
door. I followed him out into the hallway and leant against the door frame.
“I’ll pick you up at seven tomorrow.” He pecked me on the lips again before
stepping out of the house.

“And what if I have plans tomorrow night?” I asked,
laughing.

He waved his hand dismissively. “You’ll cancel them,” he
called over his shoulder as he walked back to his car, laughing. The cocky
overconfidence was back again now. I laughed quietly.
He’s right; I would
cancel them if I did have any plans.
I closed the door and leant against it,
touching my finger to my lips. They were still tingling from his kiss. I knew I
would be dreaming about him tonight.

Chapter Three

“So where are you actually going?” Amy asked, lying on my bed
while I looked through my closet.

“I have no idea, he didn’t say.” I looked back over my
shoulder at her, shooting her a hopeless look. Amy and I had been trying to
choose something for me to wear for the last hour; I was getting more and more
stressed with each passing minute.

“Well, first date to a wedding, second date maybe the
opera?” she offered, laughing.

“You’re no help at all! Amy, seriously, if you’re going to
be sitting there making stupid comments then what was the point of you coming
over to help me?” I whined, throwing a pair of socks at her.

She caught them and threw them back at me. “Stop stressing,
it’s just a guy,” she replied, rolling her eyes.

I sighed and closed my eyes.
She’s right. I’m getting myself
worked up other nothing. Sure, he seems nice, and damn he’s hot, but I actually
know nothing about him at all.
I took a deep breath and slumped onto the
bed on my back. “You’re right, I’m just going to wear the black pants and red
shirt,” I decided, fed up with thinking about it. I’d had hardly any sleep last
night because I was so excited about the date, and every second of today had
dragged because of it. I still had an hour and a half to wait until he’d be
picking me up.

Amy nodded. “Good idea. Wear the shirt open at the bottom so
he’ll catch a glimpse of the navel piercing,” she instructed, winking at me.
“You know a guy can’t resist that.”

I nodded and headed into the shower. When I was out, Amy
helped me do my hair, straightening it all. Once I was dressed, I looked at her
and did a little twirl, waiting for her approval. “What do you think?” I asked,
biting my lip.

“I’d do you,” she replied, narrowing her eyes at me
playfully. “Wait, another button at the bottom.” She leant forward, unfastening
another button so I literally only had two buttons done up now, just about
covering my breasts.

I scoffed and batted her hands away. “Amy, seriously, I
don’t want to give him the wrong impression. He’s probably already thinking I’m
going to be putting out tonight, I don’t want to shove it in his face,” I
protested, doing it back up.

She sighed. “Fine, but I don’t know why you’re so dead set
against sleeping with him though. You need to get laid. It’ll loosen you up and
put a smile on your face.” The doorbell rang before I could answer. I looked at
her nervously, my heart leaping in my chest. She grinned and shoved my purse
and black jacket into my hands. “Go. Have fun, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t
do,” she encouraged, winking at me.

“Is there anything you wouldn’t do?” I joked.

“No,” she replied, laughing and heading over to my window. “I’m
going to watch from the window. He can’t be as hot as you say he is.” She shook
her head and pulled the drapes aside, peering out, trying to sneak a peek at
Will. I smiled, knowing she wouldn’t be able to see him at the moment; he’d be
under the porch, waiting at the front door.

“All right. Lock the door on your way out okay?” I called as
I skipped down the stairs to the front door. My parents were out again tonight
which I was secretly glad about. I’d met his parents already, but I definitely
wasn’t ready for the whole introducing him to my dad thing. My dad was
embarrassingly protective when it came to guys, and he also wasn’t shy with making
threats of castration for taking advantage or hurting me. That usually happened
while I was standing there too, which was indubitably horrifying for all
parties involved.