That Girl is Mine - Part One Read Free Page A

completely naked, my body humming with satisfaction.
    Josh’s arms tighten around me. “Sleep. Then food.” His voice is sleepy, and his breathing is deep. I don’t have the heart to force him up when he obviously needs to rest.
    “OK,” I whisper, snuggling into his chest. Lazily, I drift my hand up and down his stomach soothingly, waiting until I hear his breathing change and even out. Then I slip from beneath his arm, knowing from experience that he won’t stir because Josh sleeps like the dead (One time, I was staying in his room on campus, when the fire alarm went off in the middle of the night. I jumped out of bed and started panicking, and the only way I could get him to wake up was to call him on his cell. It’s like he has an off switch or something).
    Taking a few things from my bag, I head into the bathroom and have a quick shower, before I dress in a pair of cut-offs and pale blue tee, tying my long red hair up into a high ponytail. Then I Google the nearest supermarket as my stomach grumbles loudly (I have a ridiculously fast metabolism and eat like a pig at a trough. It’s not very ladylike and my mother always scolded me for it, but I can’t help it – I get hungry). Thankfully, there’s a convenience store within walking distance, so I shove my feet in my chucks, grab my purse and head out into the sun, letting my stomach make all the decisions.
    ***
    “No, no, no, no,” I moan, leaning against the locked front door. I totally forgot to grab the key Roxy gave to Josh, and now I’m locked out while he slumbers upstairs. The groceries are going to be ruined if he doesn’t wake up soon.
    “Josh!” I yell, hoping he’s awake and will hear me. No luck.
    Turning around, I sit on the concrete stoop and place my grocery bags beside me, before I squint up at the afternoon sun. The ice cream is going to melt. The milk is going to go off, and the meat will cook itself, before I get it all inside.
    I open my purse, looking for my cell so I can at least try calling him, but when it goes through, I hear his clearly from the front room. It rings out. There’s no way he’d hear that.
    “Josh!” I yell one last time, but there’s nothing. All I can do is lean up against the door and wait. Eventually, he’ll wake and when he calls out, I’ll answer and he can let me in…sigh.
     

Dylan
    My back and neck are killing me, and I’m looking forward to going home, taking a hot shower and eating before I get ready to hit a couple of clubs with some friends. I guess I’ll say a quick hello to Dylan and his girl. I guess they can come clubbing too if they want – although, I’m kind of counting on them being too tired from their travels to want to party tonight. That way, I don’t have to feel responsible for them, and I can go home with whomever I choose (at the moment, I’m quite enjoying the company of a DJ friend of Roxy’s. She’s not interested in anything that involves sleeping, and that suits me just fine because I don’t have to do the awkward dress-and-leave-before-she-tries-to-cuddle maneuver).
    Elektra by Refused comes up in my playlist, and I turn up the sound as I round the corner in my black Camaro – my pride and joy. My house comes into view, and I let out a slight sigh. As much as I’m glad Josh is back in town, I’m not too keen on living with a couple. Relationships get messy. I grew up with a mother who had a string of useless boyfriends, and the last thing I need, is to endure that bullshit of a couple fighting again.
    As I get closer, my brow furrows a little. There’s a girl sitting on the front stoop eating ice cream with her finger. She’s fucking stunning (if you’re into the idea of a younger version of the flame priestess from Game of Thrones). She has dark red hair that’s throwing off cooper highlights when the last rays of the day’s sun hit, smooth pale skin, and light colored eyes. Even from my vantage point in the car I can see how light they are – I’m