Chapter one
hundred and three:
Becky was
sitting in the middle of Zac’s bed in her favorite pajamas.
“Maybe we could
ask them to keep it down.” Becky suggested, shouting slightly to be heard over
the loud music.
“That won’t piss
Becky laughed.
“Okay, then what do you suggest we do?”
“Well…” He
crossed the room and dove onto the bed. “I think we should wait, and just hang
out together up here, then we tell Ike when he gets
home. He’ll be pissed, and
Becky smiled. “You’re adorable.”
“Am I?”
“You bet.”
Zac laughed and
leaned towards her, aiming to kiss her lips.
Becky bit her
lip and turned her chin, and he missed kissing her lips.
“Hey!” He
laughed. “What? I can’t kiss my girlfriend?”
“Hmm… Maybe,”
She teased.
“Maybe? What’s that supposed to mean?” He
grinned.
“I don’t know…
maybe I don’t want to kiss you.”
“Oh
yeah? Well, you
certainly didn’t have a problem kissing me the other night after your little
bad dream.”
Becky laughed
and playfully shoved him. “That was Jen’s fault! She made me watch ‘The
Exorcist’ before bed!”
”Yeah, but that still doesn’t explain you trying to rape me in my sleep…” He
teased, tugging on her long blonde braid.
“Alright. Come here then.”
“Okay.”
She motioned him
closer with one finger and leaned forward to kiss him, but at the last second,
kissed his cheek instead. “Better?”
“You’re a
tease.” He laughed.
“Oh
yeah?”
“Yeah!”
She shot forward
suddenly and kissed his lips.
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Christy handed
Isaac a mug of coffee and sat next to him on the love seat.
She moved as
close to him as she could, curling her legs beneath her.
He smiled at her
and draped his arm around the back of the sofa behind her shoulders.
Christy’s step
mother was already sitting in an overstuffed chair in the living room, while
her father savored another beer as he was beginning to sober.
“Christy? Would
you like some wine or anything?” Her step mother offered.
“No thanks. I
don’t drink anymore.” Christy smiled at Isaac.
“When did that
happen?” Her father asked, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
“Since
I met Isaac.” Christy
never broke his gaze. “I don’t smoke, I don’t drink. I don’t do any drugs. I
don’t party. We’re just happy…”
“That’s good, I
suppose.” Her father mused.
“We’ve actually
been planning the wedding…” Christy began.
“Yeah.” Isaac swallowed a mouthful of coffee.
“We haven’t set an official date yet, but we’re planning for the last week of
September.”
“And…” Christy
continued, pausing and looking to her fiancé for support. He gently squeezed
her shoulder. “I’d like it if you guys could be there. The wedding will be in
Her parents
exchanged glances. “Okay.” Christy’s father nodded. “We’ll be there.”
“Thanks.”
Christy smiled and drew in a deep breath. “I’m excited.”
“I have to say,
Christy.” Her step mother began. “A few years ago, I couldn’t have ever
imagined you settling down and getting married… You’ve matured a lot.”
Christy smiled
at Isaac. “That’s because I found the right man to love me.”
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