nuzzle my head into his neck as he wraps his arms around me and kisses the top of my head. The urge to kiss him overwhelms me, but I don't do it because we're in the living room. We never kiss in the living room, except for an occasional forehead kiss from Jace when he's leaving. It's just too weird to show affection with my mom and brother around.
Speaking of… I glance out the front window to confirm that Mom's car still isn't home. She's never home this late and when she goes shopping, she usually brings me with her. Not that I'm complaining, because today is the perfect day for her to be gone—now she will never have to know about my detention.
"I'm gonna call my mom," I tell Jace as I get off the couch and look for my phone. "Maybe if she won't be home for a while, we can make out," I tell him with a wink.
He stretches out his arms and locks them behind his head. "Sounds great to me."
Mom doesn't answer her phone so I send her a text asking when she'll be home. I play it off like I'm hungry and want dinner, and not like I'm dying for her to stay gone long enough for me to get some heavy make out action with Jace.
My phone beeps a few minutes later.
Mom: Bentley is with Aunt Jamie. I'll be home after dark. There's food in the fridge.
I lift an eyebrow at her odd text. "Weird," I say as I turn my phone around to show Jace the message. He skims through it and then wiggles his eyebrow at me. "Looks like it's just me and you tonight, my dear."
My smile only lasts a second before it's replaced with a look of worry. "It's just so weird that Mom isn’t here and didn't tell me why. I hope she's not in the hospital or anything."
Jace pulls me close to him. "You're worrying too much. I'm sure she's fine."
A while later, my cheeks are flushed and my lips are actually tired from all the kissing. We take a small make out break and cuddle on the couch, flipping through channels on the TV. It's a little past nine at night and Mom still isn't home. It's way past my brother's bedtime so I wonder if he's going to spend the night at Aunt Jamie’s house. I can't get over how weird all of this is, but I don't want to keep harping on it to Jace, because it's not as if he can do anything about the situation.
I'm sure Mom is fine, it just feels weird. She's never gone.
Jace grabs the remote and mutes the television. "You're being incredibly anxious about watching your phone," he says. "You don't need to be so worried about your mom. Is there anything else on your mind?"
With a sigh, I nod my head. He prods me for an answer.
"Well," I begin as I stare at my lap, tracing my finger down the front of his shirt. I can't meet his eyes because I don't want to see the annoyance on his face when I tell him what's bothering me.
"Well?" Jace says.
"I just…you hardly texted me at all today. We usually text a lot, and today you were barely there and you didn't even try calling or texting when I was late from school."
He takes a deep breath before answering. "Bayleigh, I was busy all day. And then I was driving over here to see you and you hate when I text and drive."
I nod, agreeing with him. I don't know why I'm hurt by his lack of communication today; I guess I'm just overly clingy.
Jace continues, "Babe, you have nothing to worry about with me. And you have nothing to worry about with your mom. You have to stop freaking out all the time."
I pull back and cross my arms in front of my chest. "I do not freak out all the time!"
He lifts an eyebrow and stands up from the couch, grabbing his wallet and car keys off the coffee table. It takes everything I have not to beg him to stay longer.
"I'm gonna go before you start freaking out about not freaking out."
I stand up with a heavy sigh and put my hands on my hips. "It's only nine-fifteen. You don't have to leave for fifteen more minutes and that's only if Mom comes home before then."
He checks his phone and puts it back in his pocket. "I know, but I need to go. I have to teach
Speaking of… I glance out the front window to confirm that Mom's car still isn't home. She's never home this late and when she goes shopping, she usually brings me with her. Not that I'm complaining, because today is the perfect day for her to be gone—now she will never have to know about my detention.
"I'm gonna call my mom," I tell Jace as I get off the couch and look for my phone. "Maybe if she won't be home for a while, we can make out," I tell him with a wink.
He stretches out his arms and locks them behind his head. "Sounds great to me."
Mom doesn't answer her phone so I send her a text asking when she'll be home. I play it off like I'm hungry and want dinner, and not like I'm dying for her to stay gone long enough for me to get some heavy make out action with Jace.
My phone beeps a few minutes later.
Mom: Bentley is with Aunt Jamie. I'll be home after dark. There's food in the fridge.
I lift an eyebrow at her odd text. "Weird," I say as I turn my phone around to show Jace the message. He skims through it and then wiggles his eyebrow at me. "Looks like it's just me and you tonight, my dear."
My smile only lasts a second before it's replaced with a look of worry. "It's just so weird that Mom isn’t here and didn't tell me why. I hope she's not in the hospital or anything."
Jace pulls me close to him. "You're worrying too much. I'm sure she's fine."
A while later, my cheeks are flushed and my lips are actually tired from all the kissing. We take a small make out break and cuddle on the couch, flipping through channels on the TV. It's a little past nine at night and Mom still isn't home. It's way past my brother's bedtime so I wonder if he's going to spend the night at Aunt Jamie’s house. I can't get over how weird all of this is, but I don't want to keep harping on it to Jace, because it's not as if he can do anything about the situation.
I'm sure Mom is fine, it just feels weird. She's never gone.
Jace grabs the remote and mutes the television. "You're being incredibly anxious about watching your phone," he says. "You don't need to be so worried about your mom. Is there anything else on your mind?"
With a sigh, I nod my head. He prods me for an answer.
"Well," I begin as I stare at my lap, tracing my finger down the front of his shirt. I can't meet his eyes because I don't want to see the annoyance on his face when I tell him what's bothering me.
"Well?" Jace says.
"I just…you hardly texted me at all today. We usually text a lot, and today you were barely there and you didn't even try calling or texting when I was late from school."
He takes a deep breath before answering. "Bayleigh, I was busy all day. And then I was driving over here to see you and you hate when I text and drive."
I nod, agreeing with him. I don't know why I'm hurt by his lack of communication today; I guess I'm just overly clingy.
Jace continues, "Babe, you have nothing to worry about with me. And you have nothing to worry about with your mom. You have to stop freaking out all the time."
I pull back and cross my arms in front of my chest. "I do not freak out all the time!"
He lifts an eyebrow and stands up from the couch, grabbing his wallet and car keys off the coffee table. It takes everything I have not to beg him to stay longer.
"I'm gonna go before you start freaking out about not freaking out."
I stand up with a heavy sigh and put my hands on my hips. "It's only nine-fifteen. You don't have to leave for fifteen more minutes and that's only if Mom comes home before then."
He checks his phone and puts it back in his pocket. "I know, but I need to go. I have to teach
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