Forever Friends

Chapter 7

For a second, Kaleb was convinced he could kiss her and she probably wouldn't turn him away. She also wouldn't remember in the morning and it would be such an awkward experience it that Kaleb wouldn't want to remember. It wasn't supposed to be like that with Sara; she was going to be something amazing that happened to him, he just knew it. But he couldn't say it, so for now, he just had to ride it out. He had to ride her out. She'd get to the same place he was, eventually, he just had to be patient.

Sara let out a surprised cry as she felt back towards the bed, feeling like she was falling off the edge of a cliff, but in spite of that, yelled out,

"Whee!" She bounced against the pillows. Kaleb looked down at her and shook her head as she turned left and right, burrowing into the pillows to get comfortable. She never just laid there and fell asleep; she always had to cuddle down into sheets and pillows. Kaleb had lain in bed with her enough times to know that.

"You going to be okay?" He asked, sitting on the edge of the bed and taking her ankle into his hand to start un-strapping the black sandal. She was drunk enough not to notice the way his fingers held her skin, touching the softness, holding it longer than he needed too. He wondered what it would be like to slide his hand up her leg, not stopping until she was twisting in the sheets for other reasons.

"Sar?" He said when she didn't answer him. Her eyes were closed and there was a pretty good chance that she had passed out. Actually, she had been thinking about the way her stomach was sort of full of the flutter of butterflies when he was holding her ankle. She was probably just drunk and horny. Probably. Besides, this was Kaleb; the most heed ever seen of her was her in a sports bra and a thong. She jerked her ankle out of his hand, laid a hand on her stomach and giggled,

"You're tickling me." She muttered, "Come up here and lay down."

He wanted to tell her that it was his party downstairs, that he needed to get back out to his guests and his people but when she held her fingers out and smiled at him, there was no way in hell he was going to be able to say no. Not when she was batting those pretty long lashes at him. There was no denying he was a sucker for her eyes.

"Sar—there's a ton of people downstairs."

"Who care more about your keg than your pretty face." She rolled over on her side, sliding her hands under the pillow and boosting it up to her cheek. Kaleb looked over at her and sighed,

"Just for a minute." He relented, he gave in, Sara got anything she wanted. Especially from him.

"Good," She said, snuggling into the pillow, "Just keep your p***s monster away from me."

Now that statement made his brows perk up as he tossed his shirt off into the floor. He could actually stand to call it a night himself. He was sobered up when she was like this because she needed him. He liked being needed by her,

"What the hell did you just say?" Kaleb couldn't help but laugh as she pointed a red painted fingernail at his crotch.

"That stays away from me." She said told him, "I have a.." She trailed off turning her face into the pillows to cover the giggles that wanted to come out of her mouth. "..secret."

Kaleb stretched out beside her and lay on his back, suppressing the need to let out a sigh when she shifted to press the side of her face into his bare chest. He reached a hand up and started to brush through the hair at her temple,

"A secret?" He asked, "You're not supposed to keep secrets from me."

"I know," Sara whispered, "But it's a really big one. Well," She let out another sigh, "I'm keeping two secrets from you."

"Two?" Kaleb didn't like that. In all the years he had known her she had never kept a secret from him and now suddenly, there were two? "Do they have anything to do with the thermometer you bought today?" It had taken him about an hour but he had eventually figured out that was no thermometer she had bought today, it was a pregnancy test. "I don't need to be worried about you do I?"

"Nah," Sara said, "I'm fine. Will you turn the light out?" She was starting to mumble sleepily so Kaleb reached over and pulled the switch on the lamp, plunging them into the darkness.

Kaleb went to ask her another question, but he felt the steadying of her breath and while he knew she wasn't asleep, she was getting there quickly. He remained quiet, staring at the ceiling for what felt like hours, before finally deciding that he was going to keep a better eye on her. She had two secrets.

That was two too many.

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He wanted to blame the alcohol but the fact of the matter was that it was next to impossible to keep turning her down. Savannah Maxwell was beautiful and under any other circumstances, she was just his type. As her body moved against his, his hands on her hips, all he could wonder was if her skin was as soft as it looked. He tried to think of all the reasons this was a bad idea but all he could stare at was just how blue her eyes were, and how they sparkled with want. He was a man and he could tell that the want was all for him.

It was next to impossible to turn against.

Taking a breath, Randy pressed his hands with her swaying hips and held her straight. "Sav.. Sav, you know we can't do this, so you need to stop."

Of course Savannah heard him. She wasn't deaf. But that didn't mean that she had to listen to him. She knew Randy, and she was more than sure that all the moments of her life lead up to this one moment in time. She was meant to be with Randy, even if she had to convince him of this fact. While the music played loudly around them, she reached up and curled her hands around his neck, her fingers moving into his hair. "No." She whispered. He looked surprised but she just stared at him.

"I'm done with this playing, Randy. I know that you want me. I see if every time you look at me. So stop fighting it," she insisted. "Maybe it's not right because you're friends with Annie, but I know you much you want to feel me. And I'm not okay with you pushing me away anymore so I'm done." She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth. "I'm ready, Randy. I'm ready for you. And if you aren't willing to accept that, then I'm okay. But if you're the man I think you are--then you're ready. So I'm going to be upstairs in the guest room. I want you to meet me up there."

She took a breath before adding, "I want you, Randy Foxx. I need you." Leaning in, she pressed her lips against his ear and kissed it before turning away and walking up the stairs. It was difficult to turn away from him but she wanted more, so she had to push the boundaries.

Once inside the guest room to the left of the hall way, she slipped out of her heels and then waited.

For a moment, she worried that he wouldn't be here.

God, what was he thinking?