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Keep (Seaside Pictures Book 2)(9)
Author: Rachel Van Dyken


“Oz.”

“Oscar. Your fake dead cat’s name was Oscar. Ultron wanted to kill the Avengers, big difference.” How does she not know this?

“I’ve never seen The Avengers.”

I slammed on the brakes and gave her a look of complete and utter horror, “Get out of the truck.”

Fallon grabbed the door handle and let out a little scream. “What’s wr-wrong with you?”

I smirked and hit the gas pedal before she could open the door. “There was no one behind us, and even then we were going twenty-five. To answer your question yes, yes I was willing to get into a minor accident in order to visually express my utter shock and disappointment that you’ve never watched The Avengers.”

She bit her bottom lip, causing it to go slightly white as all the blood left. “Well, I just don’t see what all the fuss is about. I mean they fight each other and save the world, and it always ends up the same.”

“Valid point.” I pulled onto my street. “But the process, four eyes, is always different.”

Her eyes narrowed. “You’re going to explain it to me aren’t you?”

“Lucky day, isn’t it?”

“That’s not really how I would put it.”

“The process”—I ignored her grumbling protest—“is the most important part, the storyline, the arc, if you will. You saying that The Avengers is the same as every other action movie is just like me saying that songs are all the same. They have notes that make music, and they all end.”

“That’s completely different.”

“The same.” I winked. “The process, however, is different. Get it?”

“I get that marshmallows have addled your brain. And somehow it’s seeped into the air, making it so that I’m just as crazy.” She shook her head in disbelief. “I got in a stranger’s truck. My grandma taught me better than this.”

“You kiss all strangers that way?”

She gasped in horror as her cheeks took on an adorable red hue. “I did not kiss you, you kissed me!”

“You liked it.”

Fallon stiffened and adjusted her ugly as hell glasses before she reached for the handle of the door again, as if she was trying to melt her body against the side of the car so she could get away from me. Huh, that was a first. Had to admit, I didn’t really care for it. “I like cats too.”

“And yet, you don’t have one, so by that comparison, I’d have to also draw the conclusion that you don’t have a boyfriend you kiss that way either.”

“You have bad manners.”

I barked out a laugh. “Sorry, I swear I’ll treat you like the lady you are.”

She groaned and once again pushed the glasses up her nose.

I put the truck in park and turned it off, then grabbed my stash of marshmallows and walked over to her side of the truck to open the door but she was already hopping out. And when I say hop, I was a bit nervous she was going to fall out of the truck and get a concussion. She wasn’t the most athletic girl I’d ever met, and she was short enough to need a booster seat.

“What?” She crossed her arms protectively over her chest.

I smiled, taking in her askew glasses and nervous lip biting. “Nothing.”

“So, how long am I your prisoner?”

“Three hours.”

“You said two!”

“I changed my mind.”

“But,” She swallowed convulsively. “That’s kidnapping.”

“Kidnapping would be tossing you over my shoulder while beating my chest and screaming ‘man take woman home!’”

She wasn’t amused.

“This,” I said as I led the way to the beach house, “is friends who kiss, driving to a house so they can kiss some more.”

“Whoa!” She held up her hands.

“Chill.” I winked. “Kidding. I won’t kiss you. Not unless you beg me, and even then I may hesitate on principle alone. After all, you are a lady.”

“I’m not living that one down anytime soon, am I?”

“I was thinking of making wall art,” I said helpfully while she groaned and followed me into the house.

“Wow.” She did a quick turn around and then slowly walked into the open kitchen and living room. “This is yours?”

“Negative.” I quickly pulled off my shirt and tossed it onto the couch. “It’s Jaymeson’s.” My jeans were next, I kicked them to the side and lazily made my way over to my bedroom.

“Oh!” Fallon turned, nearly slamming into me, her hands pressed against my chest and her head lowered. “You’re missing clothes.”

“So it would seem.”

“I’m not sleeping with you.” Her statement was made even more ridiculous by the fact that her brown glasses kept sliding down her nose. Clearly, I’d become desperate. I’d not only kissed a girl who probably had to take her cousin to prom, but by the all-around thickness of her glasses, I was fairly confident she was legally blind.

“Pretty sure I didn’t ask.”

“But—”

“Why do people always assume nakedness means sex?” I asked aloud.

“You literally just pulled off all of your clothes, and you have me alone in your house,” Fallon pointed out, still staring at me, watching me with enough peculiar interest that my body felt the need to strut as blood pumped and coursed through every available vein until I thought I was going to explode on the spot.

“Clothes are stifling.” I swallowed the terror building up in my chest and tried to shake it off as my hands started to shake. “I’ll grab some sweat pants and then you can work.”

“Work.” Her big blue eyes blinked up at me. “Work?”

“You said that.”

“It’s because you’re still naked. It’s throwing me off. Which is weird, because normally I stutter but with you…”

“It’s the magic of marshmallows.” I winked, trying without much success to tame the anxiety coiling in my stomach. Meanwhile, her eyes were wandering. “Fallon.” I snapped my fingers. “Eyes up here.”

“What?” She blushed bright red. “I’m sorry I just…” Her eyes darted back and forth like she was trying to focus on anything but me being naked.

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