“Oh, I will.” He smirks.
“Is it pink and sparkly?”
“Of course—I even hot glued my name in sequins on it and the first page is marked with Future Mr. Mia Hayes.”
I bust out laughing. “I can’t handle you.”
He growls lowly. “You can and you know it. You’re the only one.”
“True.” I flash him a smile and hurry up the stairs with him chasing me.
“Gotcha,” he says, his hands winding around my waist.
“Got what?”
Hollis’s hands disappear instantly from my waist at the sound of my dad’s voice.
“Got me,” I say. “I started to fall and he caught me.”
My dad looks from me to Hollis. “Thanks for looking out for her.”
With those words he heads into the dining room with his plate.
Hollis and I both breathe an embarrassing sigh of relief. I lead him to the kitchen where my mom has everything laid out buffet style. We learned early on having everything spread out on the table only led to disaster.
I grab two plates handing one to Hollis.
We go around, piling food into little mounds onto our plates.
“You gonna eat all that?” he asks me in disbelief eyeing my plate piled high.
“Yes—are you judging me?”
“No, I’m impressed is all.”
“Don’t come between a girl and her Thanksgiving feast.” I shrug and sashay from the kitchen. I hear him groan and feel his gaze zeroed in on my ass.
It’s a little too fun torturing him when he can look but not touch.
Since everyone else is seated already this means I end up beside Hollis and I groan internally. He is so going to try to get me back for my little show in the kitchen.
My mom asks the guys about their music, listening intently as they explain their sound and vibe.
“We want our music to mean something,” Hollis tells her and I bite my lip hard as his hand snakes its way up my thigh.
Thank God I’m wearing jeans and not a skirt or dress. Otherwise, he might not leave this house alive.
I kick his foot with mine and he squeezes my thigh in response.
He’s in so much trouble for this.
“I think that’s amazing,” my mom says in response. “Music without meaning is just sound.”
Beneath the table I shove Hollis’s hand off of me.
He continues talking and eating like nothing is happening.
Oh buddy—if you play with fire you’re going to get burned.