“Why does his name keep coming up lately?”
“I don’t know, maybe because he’s my friend?”
Daddy is quiet for a moment, and I’m about to say something when he beats me to it.
“I very much doubt Crew Lancaster is your friend, Pumpkin. He’s a hot-blooded boy just like the rest of them, chasing after a sweet, innocent girl.”
I remember the sensation of Crew’s hot mouth on my neck, the way he licked my ear, and for the first time in a while, I have to agree with my father. “It’s just a project, Daddy.”
“I know, Pumpkin. Just remember, you’re too young to get serious about boys right now. You’ve got your whole life ahead of you.”
“I know.” I have heard those same words repeated back to me so many times over the years, I can say them right along with him.
“They only have one thing on their mind anyway,” he continues.
Hmm. Maybe I do too.
“I don’t like the Lancaster family. You can’t trust them.” His tone turns bitter.
“What have they ever done to you?” I’m genuinely curious, though knowing him, he won’t really tell me.
“We’re in the same business. His older brothers have a real estate firm and they’re shady.” He clears his throat. “None of that should concern you. Just—stay away from Crew Lancaster.”
“I have to work on my project with him,” I start, but he cuts me off.
“You know what I mean.” Daddy sighs, sounding exhausted. “I’ve got to go. Have a good night. Sweet dreams. I love you.”
“Love you too.” I end the call before he does, tossing my phone aside before I flop backward on my bed, staring up at the ceiling. Frustration ripples through me, reminding me that I’m not making the best choices, but are they really that bad?
So what if I snuck into a room with Crew and kissed him. Let him touch me. Let him slip his hand inside my panties…
God, how am I going to face him tomorrow in class? After what we’ve done? It’s going to be weird, looking into his eyes and knowing what he did to me. How much I enjoyed it.
Did he think I looked dumb, clinging to the window and practically begging him to keep touching me? Does he think I’m a pathetic little creature who’s suddenly addicted to his touch, his mouth?
Because that’s how I feel. Addicted. Overwhelmed. Needy.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath, reminding myself that I’ve got this. I can face him tomorrow and act like nothing ever happened between us.
I can.