Sobering, he bowed his head and his shoulders tightened with tension. When he looked up at me there was worry in his eyes. “You’re not leaving tonight because of me, right? Because of what we did?”
I expelled the breath I’d been holding. “No, definitely not,” I shook my head. “I…I don’t regret what we did.” My hands shook at the memories.
He cleared his throat. “Good.”
He looked so awkward sitting there that I had to feel sorry for him.
“I promise I’m not running away. And,” I grew bold and sat down in his lap, his hands landed on my hips and the tips of his fingers dug into me, “I’m really looking forward to doing it again.”
Before he could reply I kissed him.
His body instantly relaxed at the feel of my lips and a low growl rumbled in his throat. His hands fisted the fabric of my t-shirt, like he was tempted to tear it off of me but knew he shouldn’t.
The kiss quickly grew heated and desire blossomed low in my belly.
I felt him harden beneath me and within seconds he’d maneuvered us so that I was lying flat on the bed with him above me.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, our lips never breaking.
He began to ease my shirt up while I reached for the band of his shorts and that was when the doorbell rang.
Ezra tore his lips away from mine and rested his head in the crook of my neck while he tried to regain his breath. “Fucking hell. I’m going to kill Maddox. He has the worst timing ever.”
Maddox and Emma had left a little over an hour ago so that they could shower and Maddox could grab a change of clothes since he was staying the night here. Emma was supposed to ride back with him and pick me up.
“Hello!” We heard called downstairs. “Honey, I’m hoooome!”
Ezra cursed and pulled away from me, muttering under his breath. “And why the fuck did I ever think giving him a key to my house was a good idea?”
I laughed, biting my lip. “Uh, Ezra…you might want to hide that?” I pointed to his hard-on tenting his shorts.
He cursed again and headed for the bathroom.
“Are you seriously going to jerk-off?” I hissed under my breath.
He started to close the bathroom door, but poked his head out so he could see me sitting on my bed. “I don’t have much of a choice, do I?” He slammed the door closed and I dissolved into a fit of laughter.
“Is everything okay?” Maddox called and I heard him start up the steps.
“Yeah,” I yelled back, grabbing my bag. I met Maddox at the bottom of the stairs and he took my bag from me.
“What the hell do you have in here?” He groaned against the weight.
“It’s not that heavy.” I smacked his side, heading for the door.
He mumbled, “Yeah, it is.”
I shook my head and stepped outside. I was surprised to see Emma had brought her car, but I guessed that made sense because she hated driving Maddox’s since it was a stick shift. She didn’t like the SUV very much either, but that was only because she thought spending a lot of money on a vehicle was ridiculous. It was a nice car though, a pretty white Porsche Cayenne. I’d been happy when Maddox got it for her. The old Volkswagen beetle she’d been driving had definitely seen better days.
Maddox put my bag in the backseat and leaned in through the open driver’s window to kiss Emma goodbye.
“I love you,” he told her, grinning widely.
“I love you too.” She kissed him quickly one last time as I climbed into the car.
Maddox jogged up the porch steps and disappeared inside.
“Ready for girl time?” Emma asked.
“Definitely.”
“I like that color.” Emma pointed to my pale blue toenails as we left the nail salon.
“Me too,” I agreed.
When we left Ezra’s house we ended up stopping off to get a manicure and pedicure. I’d been shocked when Emma pulled into the parking lot, because I knew this wasn’t really her thing. I had to give her credit; she really was trying to cheer me up.
We walked over to the nearby pizza place to grab our order that Emma had called in a few minutes ago.
Once we had that we got back in her car and she drove us to her house. Well, it wasn’t really a house since she and Maddox still lived in the guesthouse behind his parent’s house. It was funny, since they could afford to live elsewhere, but they loved the guesthouse. I knew they were planning to move soon though since they were getting married in a few months.
“Have you guys found a house you like, yet?” I questioned, getting out of the car and grabbing the pizza boxes.
Emma wrinkled her nose as she fiddled with her keys, looking for the right one.
“No,” she sighed, opening the door and waving me inside. “Maddox wants to buy a piece of land and build a house, but that seems like a major headache to me. I’d rather get something older and remodel. Who knows what we’ll do,” she shrugged, tossing her keys on the kitchen counter.
The guesthouse was actually pretty large. It was two-stories, with two bedrooms upstairs along with a bathroom. Downstairs was the kitchen and living room. The living room used to be where the guys had band practice, but they’d long ago moved most of their instruments into the recording studio they’d installed in their parent’s home. The piano still remained though.
I took a seat on the couch and Emma turned the TV on before handing me the remote. The TV was huge—which I knew was Maddox’s doing. Emma rarely watched TV. She preferred her books and music.
I put the TV on one of the entertainment channels and set the boxes of pizza on the coffee table.
Emma lifted the lids and grabbed a slice. “I love pizza,” she moaned, taking a bite. “Pizza is life.”
I laughed, grabbing a piece for myself. “Do you love pizza more than Maddox?”
She pretended to ponder my words. “It’s a tie.” She tucked her legs underneath her and turned towards me. “This is nice. I can’t remember the last time we did something like this.”
“I think we were still in high school,” I mumbled around a bite of pizza. After we graduated Emma jetted off to L.A. with Maddox, and started writing songs for the band. I stayed behind and went to college. It’d been weird being without her at first, since we’d been friends since we were kids. Luckily, Ezra spent most of his time in Virginia so I’d still had him.
“Yeah,” Emma nodded her head in agreement, “it probably was.”
“Have you found a wedding dress?” I asked her. She was still struggling to discuss her wedding plans with me, but I really didn’t care. My relationship with Braden might’ve fallen apart, but I wasn’t angry with everyone else for being happy.
She bit her lip and set her pizza crust in the box. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that…I know it’s short notice, but I was kind of hoping that maybe you’d make my dress.” She held her breath while she waited for my answer.
Tears stung my eyes. “You want me to design your wedding dress?”
Let’s face it, Maddox was loaded and Emma made plenty of money on her own writing songs, so she could definitely afford to have one of the top celebrity designers to make her dress, but she wanted me.
“Of course,” she gasped. “Your designs are amazing! And I know you focus mostly on styling, but you’re an amazing designer as well, Sadie.”
I tackle hugged her and she laughed, wrapping her thin arms around me.
“I take it this means you’ll do it?”
We sat back up and I brushed my tears away. “Absolutely. Let’s brain storm tonight.”
She smiled widely. “Thank you.”
“No, thank you,” I told her. “So, have you picked a venue yet?”
She nodded. “Yeah, we’re going to get married here. We want to keep the wedding small, just our family and friends, so there’s enough space for that.”
“That’ll be nice.”
“I want to keep things simple,” she grabbed another piece of pizza, “you know me. I’m low maintenance.”