Fuck It: Yama Yama: Book Two by S.M. Shade & C.M. Owens

Author:S.M. Shade & C.M. Owens
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi

Ava covers for me with the afterschool program so I can leave a little early and be ready when Simon arrives to pick me up. I packed last night, but after a day around a hundred pint- sized petri dishes who wipe their noses wherever the hell they feel like it, I always need a shower.

When he shows up, I’m showered and shaved, my hair up in a messy ponytail. I choose a pair of comfortable shorts and a t-shirt for the long drive.

His face lights up with a smile, throwing those pesky butterflies into my stomach again. I want to kiss him. I shouldn’t want to kiss him. He saves me the internal battle by grabbing me and taking my lips prisoner with his.

Damn, the man can kiss.

When we break apart, he takes a step back. “Ready to go, beautiful?”

It’s then I notice the black band around his wrist. “Is that a fitness tracker?”

“Uh, yeah. It’s this stupid contest at work to see who gets the most steps in.”

I pull out my phone and load the fitness app connected to the tracker clipped to my waistband. “What’s your screen name? I’ll add you to my friends.”

He takes the phone from me and adds himself. “Now I have to beat you too.”

“Never going to happen, nerd boy.”

Laughing, he grabs my suitcase, and we hit the road.

The drive is fun. It’s amazing how much Simon and I have in common. We like a lot of the same TV shows and movies, we both read Stephen King books the day they come out, and we agree tacos are the best food to have ever been invented.

The only thing we disagree on is music. I’ll listen to pretty much anything, but his screaming heavy metal playlist is annoying. “You can’t even tell what they’re saying,” I point out.

“You can if you listen.” He starts to sing along and head bang, making me laugh.

“It sounds like barking dogs. I think you’ve been tricked. They throw the sound of an electric guitar over a bunch of dogs barking and you buy it.”

“Says the woman who listens to mainstream pop.”

“It’s not like I listen to boy bands!”

“Thank fuck for that.”

“I like music I can dance to. How do you dance to screaming and guitar feedback?”

His smile reaches across his face, and he rubs my leg with his free hand. “You don’t. I suppose I can suffer through some pop if it means you’ll dance with me.”

I wrap my hand around his. “Are you a good dancer?”

“Nope, I have the rhythm of a dial tone, but I’m sure you’ll make me look good.” He winks at me as we pull into the Harper estate.

“Place looks the same,” I murmur.

“Minus all the wedding shit,” he agrees. His gaze locks onto mine. “I know your last visit here wasn’t too positive. Are you okay with being here again? Especially with Anderson and whatever chick he’s liable to bring with him?”

Actually, I am. The last time I was here I was a mess.

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