Page 36 of Becoming His

“Thank you. Wait, what?!” I panicked, and he laughed as he kissed my lips again.

“God, I’ve never liked kissing someone this much,” he growled into my ear as we walked away, and I felt like I was walking on a cloud.

“Yeah, even from a novice, I can tell you it’s good.”

“You aren’t a novice, beautiful.”

Beautiful. How is this happening?

“So tomorrow night there’s a party,” he said slowly, his eyes on mine as we reached his car.

Oh God, no.

“I want you to come with me, but no whiskey this time.” He snickered as I looked at him in horror.

“Bailey, no way, I don’t do parties. Can’t you go without me?” I begged, and he frowned.

“I don’t want to go without you,” he said, and we stared at each other over the car’s roof.

“Whose party is it?” I sighed as he looked away.

“Axel.”

Axel Vass, another football player. Great.

“No.”

He opened the car door and got in, and I followed suit. He eased the car out of the parking lot before he spoke.

“He’s my friend, and it’s his birthday. So it would mean a lot to me if you came,” he said quietly as he focused on the road.

“This is what I meant by different worlds Bailey.” I pointed out.

“Just because we are different doesn’t mean it won’t work,” he argued.

“I hate parties. Everyone you know hates me,” I whined, hating the sound of my voice.

He threw me a look, and I fell silent.

“No, they don’tknowyou.”

“I’m not doing the whole ugly duckling to swan thing; I’ll come in my pj’s.” I threatened, but he nodded.

“Fine. Make it the sort that covers you head to toe, like a onesie. I don’t want every guy there checking out my girl anyway.”

Oh, God. My girl.

He looked at me hopefully, and I groaned.

“You owe me so big,” I muttered as he pulled up to my house, cutting the engine.

“Can I come in?” he asked as he gazed at my house over my shoulder.

I looked at him in horror.

“My family is weird.”

He rolled his eyes as he looked past me.