Waiting on Forever by Ashley Wilcox Read Free Book Online

with our bottles.
    Yuck! This is just as disgusting as I always presumed it would be.
    Swallowing the bitter, god-awful taste, I decide it is probably just better to hold my breath every time I take a sip. I read somewhere that as long as you don’t inhale the scent of whatever you’re eating or drinking you won’t taste it. Let’s hope that theory stands true.
    Summer starts flipping through the channels and I can see Collin’s annoyance spreading across his face. After the millionth channel she surfs by, Collin grabs the remote from her hand and turns it to ESPN. Although I’m not a fan of sitting around watching sports on TV all day, it is annoying watching TV with someone that can’t stay on one channel for more than two seconds.
    Sorry, Summer. I’m with Collin on this one.
    “Ugh. There’s more on TV than just Sportscenter,” Summer says in an annoyed tone.
    “Apparently not important enough to watch for more than three seconds,” he jokes, shooting her a grin.
    “Oh, whatever. I would’ve found something.”
    “Uh huh,” Collin responds, placing his hand on her leg and giving Summer a loving smile. The irritated look that is painted across her face instantly melts away, absorbed in Collin’s loving smile.
    Damn their cuteness!

    Two beers later, and feeling rather tipsy, the front door swings open with a bunch of sweaty loud college boys. Only one stands out for me, though. He instantly finds my stare and gives me a heart-throbbing grin.
    “Hey,” he says, walking over to me and bending over to kiss my forehead. “Look at you guys. Drinkin’ it up while I’m gone.” He makes his way over to Collin, doing some weird handshake with him, then leans over and gives Summer a quick hug.
    “Well, when beer is the only option…” I say, lifting up my already half empty beer.
    After holding my breath through the first one and a half beers, the others went down much smoother.
    “Ah, crap. Sorry ‘bout that, guys,” Matt responds, actually sounding apologetic.
    “Hey, beers fine with me,” Collin jokes.
    “So uh, let me just shower quick, then we can go do something,” Matt says to us, but smiles at me.
    God, he’s beautiful!
    “Holy crap. Leah Bennett?” One of the football players says, sitting down next to me on the couch. He looks familiar. Maybe in one of my classes?
    “Holy crap…?” I respond, waiting for him to fill in the blank with his name.
    He smiles. “Landyn. Landyn Michaels. You’re in my photography class.”
    Yes! Photography. Wait. A football player takes photography? Weird.
    “Oh, yeah. Are you a photography major?” I ask with probably a little too shocked of a tone.
    “I know, not the most manly major,” he smirks. “My mom’s a photographer, so I’ve kind of grown up around it.”
    “No, that’s awesome. Different, but awesome.” I make sure I sound more genuine than last time. It really isn’t a bad thing. He just doesn’t look like the normal photography nerd, like me.
    “We should go take pictures together sometime,” he says with a smile.
    I smile back. “Yeah, that’d be fun.”
    “Yo, Michaels! Get off my kool aid!” Matt jokingly interrupts, pulling me up off of the couch and next to him.
    Whoa.
    It’s been a while since I’ve stood and apparently the alcohol that I’ve consumed while sitting here is coming to my attention as my vision temporarily blurs and my legs feel a little like Jell-O. Not to mention, I’m a little unsteady from hearing Matt stake his claim on me against Landyn.
    Throwing his hands up in the air to prove his innocence, Landyn responds, “just being friendly, man.”
    “Yeah. Well, let’s not get too friendly,” Matt responds in a serious tone, but with a joking smile.
    Holy shit. He really is claiming me as his. This is fantastic!
    Getting control over my body, I smile up at Matt. He’s looking down at me with a huge goofy grin and I’m doing everything in my power to not press my lips against his. I can only