“Yep.” I am the only one to still call her by her full name. “Let’s hope she doesn’t mind spending the morning with me.”
“She will. You’re not her lame ass older brother, whereas I am. You’re a good friend.”
Pulling out my cell phone, I dial her number, and watch as Alex makes his way back toward his bedroom. He’ll probably go back to sleep for a couple of hours, and then drink several cups of coffee before he catches up with us.
“Hey, what’s up?” Skylar asks.
“There has been a change of plans. How do you feel to breakfast and a quick tour with me?” Just hearing her voice makes me hard. Fuck! This is going to cause a major complication if I’m not careful.
“Where’s Alex?”
“He drank too much, and if he comes with us, he’d be a waste of space.”
She chuckles. “Okay. He’s okay, though?”
“He’s fine,” I say. “I’ll pick you up in ten.”
“I’ll be ready.”
Grabbing my car keys, I leave, and climb into my car. It takes me a few minutes to pull up outside of her building, shocked to find her already outside. She looks amazing, refreshed, and so damn sweet.
“Morning,” she says.
“You’re still chipper in the mornings?” I ask. Growing up, I remember Alex moaning how Skylar was always up and about, listening to her pop music that drove him insane. Any time we had a sleepover, I’d wake up just to hear her. I wonder if she realizes that she sings aloud for the whole house to hear when she is listening to her music.
“Always. Mom doesn’t know how I do it. I think I drive my family crazy because I love being up.”
“You’ll soon find it a drag, believe me.”
“Mom said that to me a few years ago.”
She straps in as I pull away from the curb.
I navigate the early morning traffic, loving the scent of lemon that fills the car. She loves lemons, everything that has lemon she loves. How did I not remember that until just now?
“So, I was thinking about last night, and I never got to ask you if you had a boyfriend back home?”
“Why would you ask me?” she asks.
“You asked me.”
She stays silent for a second.
“Are you avoiding the subject? Or maybe I made you uncomfortable?”
“No. There’s no one. I’ve never been one to connect with guys like that, you know. I haven’t needed a boyfriend to complete me.”
“I get it. I was just curious, and making sure I wasn’t about to make some guy jealous about taking his girl out.” Happiness surrounds me. She isn’t taken, and I know she is going to belong to me.
No one else is going to do but me.
What I don’t want to do is scare her away.
“You’ve not had any girlfriends either?” she asks.
“I’ve hung out with girls. Nothing steady.”
“Oh. You don’t have to worry.”