Some People Fall In Love
Chapter 1
Tangling my hands in the mop of hair, the thoughts telling me what a bad idea this is push their way forward. As I’m just about to pull away, the strong arms around me flex as they pull me a little closer. The owner of the arms moves his mouth to my neck, finding that one spot to make me moan almost instantly.
As I can feel his smirk in my neck, I tilt my head to give him better access. Bad idea? This was the greatest thing I’ve done in months.
Our hook up continues and I can’t deny that this has been the best one I’ve had in a while, maybe even ever. Whoever this guy is, he’s got muscles and he knows how to use his tongue and both are good in my book. Even his adorable baby face seems to be doing it for me tonight.
“JEFF!” A female voice calling from downstairs causes Baby Face to pull away from me.
It takes me only a few seconds to realize that he is who she’s looking for. Unsure of how I would get out without her realizing anything, I ask him, “Do you want me to go hide in the closet?”
Jeff laughs, showing off some serious dimples; it makes me laugh as well. “Nah, she’s an ex who just doesn’t seem to get it.”
“Ah,” I nod. “I get it,”
He sighs, clearly frustrated. “I have to go deal with this,”
I look over at the clock on the bedside table. “I have an early flight tomorrow; I should get going anyway,”
Jeff groans. “You’re killing me here,”
I giggle, pressing a lingering kiss to his lips. “You’ll survive,” I climb off his lap, bending down to pick the lone piece of clothing that either one of us lost, my shirt, up off the ground. “Go ahead. I’ll sneak down in five minutes and cut through the party,”
“You’re a godsend,” He declares, standing up and adjusting himself. “Maybe I’ll see you again sometime?”
“Maybe,” I respond noncommittally as he walks out the door. “Probably not,”
I’m not sure why I thought I could fly down to Raleigh, North Carolina by myself. It’s not that I’m terrified of flying; once we get in the air, I’m fine. Take-off and landing are a completely different story.
Luckily my sister is there to meet me at the airport and instantly wraps me in a hug. There are ten years between me and Tanya, with no siblings in between, and for my entire life, she’s been the guiding female presence in it. Like a mother, almost, only cooler.
Since most of my stuff had been shipped ahead, the only thing I have with me is my carry-on and we make it quickly out of the airport and on the road.
“I know this sucks,” Tanya brings up the topic I know she was just waiting to talk about when we’re sitting at a red light. “And I’m sorry we had to move you before your senior year, Abby—“
“It’s fine,” I tell her, because, yeah, it does suck, but there was really no way around this. “It’s better than living with Mom, right?” My feet are up on the dashboard and I’m staring straight ahead, looking at the road in front of us, because talking about Tanya’s and my mother is probably my least favorite thing to discuss ever.
“We tried to get you before,” Tanya says quietly, causing my head to whip to the left to look at her. “The lawyers told us we wouldn’t be able to without some kind of complaint and child services being involved and—“
Again I cut her off. “It’s ok,” She shoots me a small smile, which I return, as she makes the turn into their neighborhood. “Besides, I’m here now, aren’t I?”
“Yeah, you are.” She’s happy and I’m glad. It was no secret that Tanya and Mom had their disagreements (to put it lightly) and like she’d said, my sister had been trying to convince Mom to hand over custody of me for years. Mom had finally agreed…not that she had much of a choice.
Tanya pulls up in front of the house. “And we’re really excited about—what the hell?” She parks her BMW SUV in the driveway, next to Eric’s Ferrari and the Mercedes Benz crossover. “No,” She shakes her head, examining the Benz. “No, no, no, no, no way, he didn’t,”
“What?” My question is pointless; she’s still circling the Mercedes.
“ERIC!” She screams and if I’m her neighbors, I’m calling the cops. Because that is her ‘I’m angry and shit’s about to go down’ scream and if you know her as well as I do, then you know that’s never a good thing.
Eric Staal, Tanya’s husband and the paternal figure in my life, comes out of the door like nothing’s wrong. Which, to him, I’m sure there isn’t. Eric plays hockey professionally, captain of the Carolina Hurricanes and though fiercely determined, tends to be a pretty laid-back guy. Tanya’s anger barely ever phases Eric, which I’m sure is one of the reasons their marriage works so well.
Like in this instance, when she’s standing next to the Mercedes, arms crossed, leaning her weight on one leg, with her hip popped, in classic ‘I’m pissed’ pose and he just laughs and opens his arms for me to jump into.
I do, of course, because Eric’s really the best (except for maybe, sometimes, his brothers, who all rock as much as he does, but more on them later). “How was your flight, Abby-cakes?”
I grin at the old nickname. It had been deigned upon me by Jordan, one of Eric’s younger brothers, and had spread to something the entire family called me still. “It was alright,” I shrug. “I’m tired. Where are my nephews?”
“Napping,” Eric says, putting me back on the ground. “Come on, let’s get your stuff inside. They should be up soon.”
“Um hello?” Tanya waves her arms around, making wild gestures toward the metallic white car behind her. “Eric, what the hell is this?”
“Um,” Eric looks at Tanya, then over at me, then back at his wife, like it’s a trick question. “A car?” Tanya looks at him, like ‘no shit, Sherlock,’ and glares. “Oh come on, T, she needs a car to drive around here and get places,”
“That’s mine?” My jaw drops.
“Yep,” Eric pulls the keys out of his pocket and dangles them in front of me. “All yours,”
“No!”
“Yes!”
“NO!”
“YES!”
I squeal and throw my arms around him again. His hockey reflexes are the only thing that keep me from falling on the ground. “Ahh, I love it!”
“Take it for a spin,” He hands me the keys.
I stare at him dubiously, then snatch the keys out of his hand and run over to the driver’s seat.
“Shotty!” Tanya calls.
“Bullshit!” Eric yells back. “You didn’t even want her to have the car.” They stare each other down and then run for the seat at the same time. Tanya beats him to the door by a millisecond and they begin a light shoving match as I slide into my seat.
The inside is as beautiful as the outside, with black leather and trim, and smells brand spanking new.
“Hey!” I roll the window down to address them. “If you two don’t stop fighting about this, then neither one of you gets shotgun,”
“Ok, Mom!” They call back, continuing to shove each other.
I don’t think I’d be able to keep the smile off my face if I tried. Sure it was going to suck having to make all new friends for my last year of high school, but I was finally surrounded by people who loved me.
And what could be better than that?
As I can feel his smirk in my neck, I tilt my head to give him better access. Bad idea? This was the greatest thing I’ve done in months.
Our hook up continues and I can’t deny that this has been the best one I’ve had in a while, maybe even ever. Whoever this guy is, he’s got muscles and he knows how to use his tongue and both are good in my book. Even his adorable baby face seems to be doing it for me tonight.
“JEFF!” A female voice calling from downstairs causes Baby Face to pull away from me.
It takes me only a few seconds to realize that he is who she’s looking for. Unsure of how I would get out without her realizing anything, I ask him, “Do you want me to go hide in the closet?”
Jeff laughs, showing off some serious dimples; it makes me laugh as well. “Nah, she’s an ex who just doesn’t seem to get it.”
“Ah,” I nod. “I get it,”
He sighs, clearly frustrated. “I have to go deal with this,”
I look over at the clock on the bedside table. “I have an early flight tomorrow; I should get going anyway,”
Jeff groans. “You’re killing me here,”
I giggle, pressing a lingering kiss to his lips. “You’ll survive,” I climb off his lap, bending down to pick the lone piece of clothing that either one of us lost, my shirt, up off the ground. “Go ahead. I’ll sneak down in five minutes and cut through the party,”
“You’re a godsend,” He declares, standing up and adjusting himself. “Maybe I’ll see you again sometime?”
“Maybe,” I respond noncommittally as he walks out the door. “Probably not,”
I’m not sure why I thought I could fly down to Raleigh, North Carolina by myself. It’s not that I’m terrified of flying; once we get in the air, I’m fine. Take-off and landing are a completely different story.
Luckily my sister is there to meet me at the airport and instantly wraps me in a hug. There are ten years between me and Tanya, with no siblings in between, and for my entire life, she’s been the guiding female presence in it. Like a mother, almost, only cooler.
Since most of my stuff had been shipped ahead, the only thing I have with me is my carry-on and we make it quickly out of the airport and on the road.
“I know this sucks,” Tanya brings up the topic I know she was just waiting to talk about when we’re sitting at a red light. “And I’m sorry we had to move you before your senior year, Abby—“
“It’s fine,” I tell her, because, yeah, it does suck, but there was really no way around this. “It’s better than living with Mom, right?” My feet are up on the dashboard and I’m staring straight ahead, looking at the road in front of us, because talking about Tanya’s and my mother is probably my least favorite thing to discuss ever.
“We tried to get you before,” Tanya says quietly, causing my head to whip to the left to look at her. “The lawyers told us we wouldn’t be able to without some kind of complaint and child services being involved and—“
Again I cut her off. “It’s ok,” She shoots me a small smile, which I return, as she makes the turn into their neighborhood. “Besides, I’m here now, aren’t I?”
“Yeah, you are.” She’s happy and I’m glad. It was no secret that Tanya and Mom had their disagreements (to put it lightly) and like she’d said, my sister had been trying to convince Mom to hand over custody of me for years. Mom had finally agreed…not that she had much of a choice.
Tanya pulls up in front of the house. “And we’re really excited about—what the hell?” She parks her BMW SUV in the driveway, next to Eric’s Ferrari and the Mercedes Benz crossover. “No,” She shakes her head, examining the Benz. “No, no, no, no, no way, he didn’t,”
“What?” My question is pointless; she’s still circling the Mercedes.
“ERIC!” She screams and if I’m her neighbors, I’m calling the cops. Because that is her ‘I’m angry and shit’s about to go down’ scream and if you know her as well as I do, then you know that’s never a good thing.
Eric Staal, Tanya’s husband and the paternal figure in my life, comes out of the door like nothing’s wrong. Which, to him, I’m sure there isn’t. Eric plays hockey professionally, captain of the Carolina Hurricanes and though fiercely determined, tends to be a pretty laid-back guy. Tanya’s anger barely ever phases Eric, which I’m sure is one of the reasons their marriage works so well.
Like in this instance, when she’s standing next to the Mercedes, arms crossed, leaning her weight on one leg, with her hip popped, in classic ‘I’m pissed’ pose and he just laughs and opens his arms for me to jump into.
I do, of course, because Eric’s really the best (except for maybe, sometimes, his brothers, who all rock as much as he does, but more on them later). “How was your flight, Abby-cakes?”
I grin at the old nickname. It had been deigned upon me by Jordan, one of Eric’s younger brothers, and had spread to something the entire family called me still. “It was alright,” I shrug. “I’m tired. Where are my nephews?”
“Napping,” Eric says, putting me back on the ground. “Come on, let’s get your stuff inside. They should be up soon.”
“Um hello?” Tanya waves her arms around, making wild gestures toward the metallic white car behind her. “Eric, what the hell is this?”
“Um,” Eric looks at Tanya, then over at me, then back at his wife, like it’s a trick question. “A car?” Tanya looks at him, like ‘no shit, Sherlock,’ and glares. “Oh come on, T, she needs a car to drive around here and get places,”
“That’s mine?” My jaw drops.
“Yep,” Eric pulls the keys out of his pocket and dangles them in front of me. “All yours,”
“No!”
“Yes!”
“NO!”
“YES!”
I squeal and throw my arms around him again. His hockey reflexes are the only thing that keep me from falling on the ground. “Ahh, I love it!”
“Take it for a spin,” He hands me the keys.
I stare at him dubiously, then snatch the keys out of his hand and run over to the driver’s seat.
“Shotty!” Tanya calls.
“Bullshit!” Eric yells back. “You didn’t even want her to have the car.” They stare each other down and then run for the seat at the same time. Tanya beats him to the door by a millisecond and they begin a light shoving match as I slide into my seat.
The inside is as beautiful as the outside, with black leather and trim, and smells brand spanking new.
“Hey!” I roll the window down to address them. “If you two don’t stop fighting about this, then neither one of you gets shotgun,”
“Ok, Mom!” They call back, continuing to shove each other.
I don’t think I’d be able to keep the smile off my face if I tried. Sure it was going to suck having to make all new friends for my last year of high school, but I was finally surrounded by people who loved me.
And what could be better than that?
6/23/13