On Heartbreak Ridge: Movie Trilogy Prequel Novella (The Movie Trilogy) Read Free

lips were still deliciously sore from that one.
    “Viv!” Theresa snapped her fingers in my face, and Trevor chuckled, running his hand through his thick mane of hair.
    “ Earth to Vivian,” he teased. I blushed, and he drew his finger along my collar bone. “I like when you get all red and rashy like that.”
    “It’s so embarrassing,” I protested, blushing again.
    Blush. Blushety blush blush blush.
    Fi dgety fingers, twisting my toes, twirling my hair.
    He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his sky-blue eyes drinking me in from head to toe.
    “It’ s a little quieter downstairs. I was gonna head down, if you want to come with me,” Trevor offered.
    “Yeah,” I answered, a little too enthusiastically.
    “One sec,” Theresa promised, grabbing me by the hand and pulling me toward the bathroom.
    Once the door was closed, we both held h ands, melting into a squealing- hopping- giggling pile of excitement. “Viv! He wants to make out with you!”
    “I know. I’m freaking out,” I whispered, turning to the mirror to check my hair.
    “Don’t freak out. You’ve already kissed him, like, a bazillion times.”
    “That’s different! On-stage kissing, no tongue! What in the hell am I supposed to do with my tongue again?”
    Theresa smirked, leaning against the wall behind me. Her strawberry blonde hair was cut in a cute little pageboy, and her blue-green eyes sparkled with laughter. “Okay, don’t get all crazy. Let him put his tongue in first. Then, no, like, lapping or anything. Just gentle, twirling… slowly, until you start to feel it in your skirt.”
    I laughed nervously, shaking my head and hurriedly applying more of my pink lemonade Lip Smackers. “You should write this shit down. Seriously.”
    “I will. When I’m a famous romance author, I’ll make sure I acknowledge your first make-out session as my inspiration.”
    We laughed again, and I squared my shoulders, taking a deep, calming breath.
    “Okay. Am I cute?” I checked, turning to her.
    She quirked an eyebrow. “You’re adorable, Sandra Dee.”
    I hugged her, doing another excited stand-still dance. “Thank you!”
    We made our way through the crowd. I noticed that not only was the drama club there, but also most of the football team. Since Trevor was the quarterback, he’d invited pretty much the entire school.
    The door to the lower level of the house was closed, and I twisted the handle, my heart thundering in my chest.
    Trevor was waiting for me.
    To make out.
    My boobs were too small, so I’d need to somehow direct him away from my chest. I had nice enough legs, I thought, and they were bare beneath my skirt.
    Legs. Legs only.
    Legs, legs, legs .
    “Hey Viv, over here,” Trevor called through the dim light. As my eyes began to focus in the almost-darkness, I realized that there were couples everywhere making the hell out to the music coming from the gigantic speakers.
    Chris Daughtry was rocking “Feels Like Tonight” and I was like, Chris, come on, I’m under enough pressure as it is.
    “My room’s down here. Come in, I’ll show you.”
    Trevor led me into the bedroom to the right, closing the door behind us.
    The music was still pouring through the speakers in his room.
    I glanced around appreciatively, twisting my ponytail into a knot. “Nice room. You have a lot of trophies.”
    “Thanks,” he replied, tugging on his comforter. “Sorry, I forgot to make my bed.”
    I shrugged, swallowing hard.
    “That’s okay.”
    Awkward.
    Awkward awkward awkward.
    My OCD was kicking in. I began repeating my thoughts in threes, and longed to tear the comforter from his hand and neatly align the striped pattern until the bed was Better Homes and Garden’s ready.
    “ I didn’t expect to feel so disappointed after the show tonight.”
    “Why?” I managed, standing uncomfortably by his bed. “Why were you disappointed?”
    He ran his hand through his hair again, allowing the length to fall just at the sides of his eyes.