“We won’t,” Dad says, and Mum nods in complete agreement. “You have our word.”
“I am so happy for you. She’s the only girl you’ve ever loved.”
Yeah… she is.
Twenty-One
Indie
I’m dressed, my hair has been curled, and I have make-up on. Chanel is making me smell delightful.
There is nothing else left to do, and no reason why I would still be in Spencer’s room other than the fact that I’m a massive chicken.
We had sex. Twice. It was quite honestly the best night of my life. Spencer Lowe was mine in every way imaginable.
I place my hand on the door handle, and I take a breath.
Get a hold of yourself!
I open it up, my heart thudding. If they mention anything about last night, I think I might die.
Heat pools between my legs as I recall the memory of Spencer inside me. I’ve never been so turned on and so needy before. I was hot all over, and the only thing in the world that made sense was to have him inside me. It was everything I hoped my first time would be.
Do not think about why. You’re allowed a little happiness.
“Hey,” I say, walking into the kitchen.
Spencer looks up, and his eyes say a lot. All of it filthy. “Hey.”
I think my heart just exploded.
Jodie grins at me over her shoulder. “Bacon and eggs?”
Andrew chuckles under his breath, says a quick good morning, and goes back to his paper. We’re going home tomorrow; I don’t know why he’s reading an American paper. Maybe it’s an old one and he’s reading to distract himself because he knows. Oh, God.
“Thanks.”
I grimace, twisting my hands together behind my back. This is so awkward. They know we know they know. Why couldn’t he have gagged me?
Spencer passes me a mug of strong coffee. He read my mind. “Thanks,” I mutter again, taking the mug.
“Act normal,” he mouths, smirking as if he’s really enjoying this. He probably is.
I can’t act normal when his parents heard me orgasm last night!
“What are your plans today?” I ask Jodie. Usually, I would go and stand by her but I’m keeping my distance since I slept with her son last night.
“Andrew and I are going to see those stars on the walkways. We’ll try to figure out where Spencer’s will go.”
Spence looks up at the ceiling and shakes his head.
There has been a lot on social media about him in the last few days—lots of pictures of him coming and going from the appearance he made yesterday. I watched Twitter explode, while I laid in his bed.
“Let’s wait until after the movie is out. It might be a complete flop,” I say, smirking at him.
He cuts me a look but doesn’t bite.
Jodie laughs and dishes up our breakfast.
“Well, let’s leave them to it, shall we?” Andrew says to Jodie.
That’s just great. Eggs and bacon for the people who just had sex.
They leave the apartment with shit-eating grins, and I want the earth to swallow me whole.
Spencer is chuckling when I turn back to him.
“You said they didn’t hear!” I hiss.
“I said I think we’re cool.”
“Excellent. I need to change my flight.”
He steps closer, eyes burning. “Change it to next week.”
I wish.
How am I going to spend eleven hours on a plane with his mum grinning at me? I’ll throw myself out of the door at thirty-eight thousand feet.
Another step forward, and Spencer’s in my personal space. I can smell his soap and shampoo. I’m probably going insane but I’m sure I can smell me on him, too. Like a little piece of me is ingrained in him forever. I can still feel where he was last night thanks to the most beautiful ache.
It takes me a second to look up. When I do, I’m dizzy. Spencer’s eyes, sharp and hungry, stare me down.
“You graduate uni in the summer.”
“Yeah,” I whisper. The intensity in his gaze has stolen my voice.
“If I’m still here, will you come?”
It’s suddenly very humid in here. I swallow. “I… I need to find a job.”
“Indie.”
“It’s not that easy, Spence.”
“Why not?”
Because my parents can’t be alone for too long. Someone has to check on them. They’ve been crap at keeping in contact, but Mum has gotten around to replying to my messages in the mornings before she starts drinking heavily. How can I leave them for a whole week? Even when I move out, I’ll have to still go back there.
“I need to work. My career needs to be a priority.”
Being free is a priority.
His jaw tightens.
I grab his wrists before he moves away. “That doesn’t mean you’re not. Can you understand that I need a job? I will come, Spence, but I can’t stay for as long as we both want me to.”
His reply is a kiss. I close my eyes and wrap my arms around him. His lips are rough against mine, his anger and hurt evident in the way he holds me tighter than necessary.
“I’m sorry,” I murmur into the kiss.
He pulls back. “Let me in here,” he says, tapping my head and then placing his hand on my heart.
“You’re already in there,” I tell him, placing my hand over his on my chest. “Can’t you feel that?” My heart is racing for him.
The question is on the tip of his tongue: What’s the deal with your parents? I can tell.
“I’m not hungry, Spence. Let’s go back to bed.”
I win. He picks me up and carries me to his room.
It’s a beautiful warm evening in LA, and I’m standing on the side lines, watching Spencer on the red carpet with Ella and Ethan. I couldn’t be prouder of him if I tried.
The place is packed with paparazzi and fans. There are lots of women screaming and cheering. Mobiles are being held up, taking pictures of everyone walking the carpet.
I always thought the atmosphere at these things looks amazing when I’ve watched them on TV. I was right.
Andrew and Jodie are with
