Page 42 of Rockstar Baby

I wanted way too much to roll back into his arms. “I need to use the ladies. I’ll be right back.”

The smile in his eyes faded. “All right.”

Ugh.I was so stupid. I was the one making it weird now.

Thankfully, we had a Jack and Jill bathroom, and I didn’t have to sprint across the hall naked or something stupid. But I needed a second to gather my thoughts and put myself back together.

Obviously, getting naked with someone was way more intense than I’d thought it would be. I just needed to chill out a second and I’d be fine.

I’d never been so glad to have a load of clothes in the stackable washer and dryer in the bathroom. I pulled out my favorite jeans. There was nothing I couldn’t do with these babies on.

My first batch of ice cream.

My first job.

My first date with a boy.

I tugged on a few more layers of armor—bra, underwear, long-sleeved T-shirt with a rude, dripping ice cream cartoon, and my mint chocolate chip socks. There was no way he would want me when I was wearingthis.

I twisted my hair up into two twists on top of my head because it was so beyond snarled from all our…fun.

Yes, fun. That was it.

We could totally have a very late lunch and do the banter thing, and then he’d go on his merry way. I’d be left with a little soreness—because holy crap, that man knew how to fuck—and a great memory to get me through the next few months until I could get my truck ready for summer.

Easy peasy.

I slid back into the room to find Rory at my large window. He’d pulled his jeans back on, but they were still unbuttoned. He was shirtless and the afternoon light showcased his wide shoulders and lean hips. I was halfway across the room before I thought about it. What the hell was I going to do, cuddle up to him and look out the window like we were in some rom com come to life?

He turned to me with a hesitant smile. “Can you tell me why there’s a large white lunch truck in your backyard?”

“That’s soon to be my ice cream truck.”

“Is it now?”

“It is.”

“What? Like the ice cream man?”

I narrowed my gaze at him. “Not quite.”

I picked up his shirt from the end of my bed and tossed it at him. Much safer if he was fully dressed. That way I wouldn’t toss him back down on the bed.

“I’ll show you.”

He caught it against his chest. “All right.”

I walked out the door and down the hall to the back door.

“Ivy?”

“This way.” I called from the back door. I stepped into my snow boots and crunched my way across the yard to my future. I reached for the handle and hauled myself up into the rusted-out truck. I’d convinced my brother to help me strip it down to the bare parts just before winter hit. I’d lowered the windows to get the taco smell out of all the crevices. The brisk winter winds that whipped through the back of our property had done the trick.

A long whistle dragged me out of my musings.

I turned around with a big grin. “Like it?”

He folded his arms across his chest. “It’s big.”