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this, but he…thank you so much. I know you just want us to have synergy for the band but you have been so much more for me.”
She has taken me by surprise but her words wrap around my heart and squeeze tight. I’d just been thinking how much I want to be the one that comforts her and she is granting me my wish with her words. I give her a little squeeze.
“Anytime baby,” I say against her temple.
She pulls back and gives me a smile. “You smell really good, it’s… it’s different,” she blinks in confusion as if she didn’t understand her own words and then her eyes fix on my lips again. She starts to bite her lip and my willpower breaks. I start to lean in to kiss her; there is no denying the energy swirling around us.
Just before I can land the kiss the microwave goes off and her aunt’s voice rings out heading in our direction. Kitty pulls away and turns her attention back to the plate she was fixing.
“Oh Kelly, I just sent your friends downstairs I didn’t know you were up here. Mandy was just telling me about the tour you guys are planning for the summer. Your dad would be so happy,” Kitty’s aunt beams. “Can I help with anything?”
“Um… no, I was just going to take Chris something to eat but I guess I should just take this all down so everyone can have something,” Kitty answers while trying not to look at me.
“I’ll just take this downstairs,” I say pointing to the water and nuts as I go to pick them up. “I’ll be back for the rest.”
“Thanks,” she murmurs.
I grin to myself as I leave the kitchen. Kitty had noticed my cologne and she was about to let me kiss her. I feel like she wanted it as much as I did. My smile slips away as I play her words in my head. ‘ You smell really good, it’s… it’s different ,’ I groan to myself. What did she mean different, did she like the way I smelled before, was the cologne and body wash a good change or does she prefer before?
I frown to myself as I push my way into the basement. I am going to drive myself crazy if I don’t do something about the way this girl twists me up in knots. I feel like I’m in junior high again and I was never this awkward then.
~B~
“So you guys have been spending a lot of time together,” Mandy says suggestively as my aunt leaves to work on her blog.
She and my uncle had talked about moving back home when I turned eighteen. Especially since Marcy our house keeper and Bo our driver still worked for us even after my parents’ death but I think they stuck around because I haven’t been coping so well. My aunt runs her own blog that serves her very well and my uncle has been standing in for my dad with the company to help keep things alive in case I ever decide I want to take over the business and to help keep things afloat around here as well.
My parents left me a pretty nice nest egg but Uncle Trevor makes sure things run off the business and not my trust fund. I am grateful for all they have done for me. They may not understand me sometimes and try to push too hard for me to open up but they are just doing their best with what they have been given.
They both would have loved for me to work for my dad’s company but I just can’t. I’m not ready for that. It would be too much for me. Working there would just sting in ways I am not ready for. Being in the band is one thing, just one step. I don’t think I will ever be ready for what Uncle Trevor wants. He has offered plenty of times to work with me on my music but I just can’t. It had been my thing with my daddy.
“Who,” I reply absentmindedly. I know very well she means Rage. I had a feeling everyone was going to start to point it out more.
“You and Rage silly. I know he said all that about you two building chemistry for the stage and all, but…I don’t know. Are you sure there isn’t more going on,” Mandy giggles as she wiggles her brows at me.
“Your brother and I have a working relationship, nothing more,” I