Chapter 75

                                    

                                          
Julian 
 
"So when can I go to my girlfriend's first volleyball game?" I ask, running my hand up from her wrist and to her forearm. I feel goosebumps under my hand, and it only makes me smile knowing she was affected by the same touches as mine. And of course, she was affected by the others, but this one seemed more special. We are sitting on my couch, and Isla had put on a movie she had wanted to watch with me. 
 
She turns around to me, looking up at my face and saying, "You don't need to come." 
 
I snort, "And miss my girlfriend game?" I chuckled this time, finding it even more incredulous. "Yeah right."
 
She flushes at my words and then says, "Fine, you can come." 
 
I press a kiss to the side of her neck and murmur, "I was going to anyway." 
 
She rolls her eyes, but I know she liked my words, nervestress. Looking back at the TV, she says, "Now, stop kissing me and watch the movie." 
 
"I'm not kissing you," I whisper, even though my lips were grazing the sensitive skin on her neck. She says yes, but I know it's a content one. I run my lips up to her jaw and press a kiss there. I move up to her lips and press a kiss there as well. Hovering over her lips, I say, "Come on. Kiss me. I've missed you the whole day." 
 
Isla tucks her hair behind her ear and looks at me. At a flash of her teeth, I knew she had given in. She kisses me back and then murmurs, "You owe me a movie." 
 
"I'll rewind the movie," I promise, my hand going to grab her waist. "But I'd like to kiss you again now." 
 
She turns around to me completely, her legs going over mine, and I smile, grabbing her waist to pull her close. Grinning, she says, "I actually think this is a better idea." 
 
"And not watching a shirtless Channing Tatum?" I tease with a smirk. Her eyes hold a smile as she moves her hand to my torso. Lifting my shirt just so she can slip her hand under it, she places her hand firmly on my stomach. I feel my muscles react to her touch, and she whispers, "I don't know. I think I kind of prefer you shirtless more." 
 
"Sorry," I say with a grin that suggests otherwise. "No being shirtless today," I say, looking up at the ceiling. "My parents are home, in the kitchen." 
 
"They ruin the mood," Isla says with a pout that makes me kiss her lips. Smiling against her mouth, I say, "You know I'm going to convey that message." 
 
Her cheeks redden. "You can't keep embrassing me." 
 
I touch the top of her cheek, running my fingertips lightly over the warm flesh, and ask, "How will I see you flush this wild then?" 
 
She pushes herself up, and my lips fall at the base of her throat. "Kiss me right there." 
 
I grin deeply and do what she asks, and she proves herself right. It makes me grin as I pull her close to me, not wanting this moment to end too soon. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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I walk over to the field, a grin on my face from how great the game has gone. I find Isla cheering with one of her volleyball friends, but when I call her name, she turns around. Her eyes light up when they scan my face, and then she is biting down on her bottom lip. 
 
Placing a hand on the bottom of my stomach, she shakes her head. "Julian Hayes, you idiot." 
 
I laugh, placing my hand over her shoulder as I pull her in for a hug. She hugs me back with both arms on my torso and my face on my chest. She still has a smile on her face when she pulls away. Flicking at my stomach, she looks up at my eyes. "Now where the hell did you get that shirt?"