Chapter one hundred
and forty seven:
Becky was folding the last pair of jeans she owned and placed them neatly in
her suitcase.
She closed the
lid and pulled the zipper across, before standing the suitcase up.
“Hey, you’re
packed already? I was coming to help.”
Zac said, coming into the room and flopping down on her bed.
Becky smiled.
“Who was on the phone?”
“Well,
“I hope you
didn’t tell him she was with
“No, I know
better than that. I just said she was still pretty upset and she’ll call when
she’s ready. Then we talked about stuff.”
“Good, are you
and Luke going to go out sometime before we leave?”
“Well, he asked
if I wanted to go dirt biking later, but I might pass on it. I’d rather hang
out with you.”
Becky smiled and
crawled over top of him, sitting on his stomach and with a leg on each side of
his body. “I think you should go.”
“You trying to get rid of me?”
Becky grinned
and leaned forward. “Maybe.”
“Yeah?”
She laughed. “I
think you should see your best friend. I can’t have everyone thinking that I’ve
got you whipped or anything.”
“If it makes you
feel any better, you can whip me any time you like.”
Becky laughed.
“You’re crazy.” She moved to get off him. “Go out with Luke a do guy stuff.”
He wrapped his
arms around her waist to keep her from leaving. “Or what?”
“Or you’ll turn
girly.” She teased.
“Yeah?” He laughed. “Then maybe I should go dirt
biking with Luke. And you wouldn’t mind me coming back all dirty and sweaty and
smelling like gasoline?” He grinned.
“Not if you
shower when you get in.” She teased.
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Christy broke
the kiss between her and Isaac with a small giggle. “Mmmm…
maybe we should stop.”
“Maybe we
shouldn’t.” Isaac muttered, kissing her again.
She wound her
fingers in his hair, but turned her head. “We really should pick a cake. We’ve put it
off for half an hour already.”
He kissed her
throat. “So? Who needs a cake?” He murmured, leaving a trail of kisses down her
throat.
Christy laughed.
“What would we feed our wedding guests?”
“Who cares?
We’re giving them dinner; they can find their own desert.”
She laughed
again. “Come on, we can do this anytime, lets pick a
cake and we’ll do anything you want…” She tempted.
He grinned and
kissed her lips. “I want to keep doing this.”
She let him kiss
her for a moment longer. “Okay…” She muttered between kisses, “but you have to
explain to our friends and family why they aren’t getting wedding cake.”
“Yeah? I can deal with that.” He grinned,
unbuttoning her shirt. “I’ll bake one myself if we can keep making out.”
Christy smiled.
“Sounds like a deal to me.” She pushed herself up on her hands and kissed him
again.
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