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Karma's POV
And just like that, she was gone. And I was left sitting there with my jaw a little open and obvious confusion on my face. I mean, something wasn't right about that phone call. From the second she answered, I could tell something was off. Her face turning beet red and her eyes avoiding mine. Almost as if she were hiding something. But Amy wouldn't do that. Amy would never lie to me. Right?
The front door to my house slams shut and I wake up to reality. Quickly I stand up and run to my window. I look to check on Amy but my focus blurs for a quick second when I catch her pacing. Her back is towards the house and instantly my eyes are drawn to her butt. I shake the feeling as she turns around. She yells something at the phone and then smirks. Yeah, she's obviously not talking to her mom.
Her smirk slowly turns into a smile. God that smile. Eyes shining, teeth showing, cheeks as puffy as could be. I could stare at that smile for days. To be honest, I haven't seen Amy smile THAT smile in a very long time. To be even more honest, I know why. That night of the wedding, I know I killed something in Amy. Whatever hope she had of what could be. Hope that even she didn't know was there. Hope that was destroyed from the second she decided to share it with me. And I could never forgive myself for killing that part of my best friend.
I think that's why I talk about Liam so much. And probably why she lets me. It's the only way we can make sure we don't talk about that night. The only way we know how to savor our friendship. But I guess it can't be working that well if she's starting to lie to me.
As I look down at Amy smiling the way she used to smile at me, I can't help but feel torn. All I want is for her to be happy. But it looks like she's doing that without me. Shouldn't I be happy about that? No. I'm still her best friend. I'm still the one she's supposed to share everything with. What could be making Amy so happy right now? And why isn't she telling me about it! What could be so secretive that she literally ran away from her BEST FRIEND?!
...Why is there a black pickup truck stopping in front of my house?
Amy quickly turned and checked her back, that smile never leaving her face; obviously too caught up in that beat up truck to realize I was watching through my window. She hopped in the truck without a second thought and just like that it was gone, leaving me once again with my jaw dropped and confusion written all over my face.
Amy's POV
From the second I hopped in that truck I've come to love, I couldn't keep my hands off of her. Thank God the drive to her apartment was only eight minutes away. If it had been any longer, we definitely would have had to find some place to pull over and I guess that wouldn't be so special…not that I would have minded either way.
Reagan put the truck into park and about less than 2 seconds later, I was leaning over pressing my lips to hers. She pulled back slightly from shock and let out a low chuckle at my desperation before she kissed me back. Her kisses were soft at first. Teasing almost. I could feel myself leaning forward wanting more but she kept pulling away. Without meaning to I let out a groan of frustration and I could feel her lips smile on mine. She was enjoying this. She bit my bottom lip softly and pushed me back into the seat leaning her face back.
I opened my eyes to look for hers and found her smirking.
"I just like messing with you Shrimp girl." She bit her lower lip and looked at mine and I could feel the blood rush to my cheeks just by the way she was looking at me. A shy smile appeared on my face and I leaned in to kiss her again. Right before I reached her, she spoke. "Buttttt I really think we should go inside if you're gonna continue to be this desperate and sexy. I don't know how much longer I can hold out for."
Reagan locked the door to her apartment behind her and turned to look at me. She pulled the face that makes me melt; the arched eyebrow, the lip biting, and the hungry eyes devouring me whole. She knows what that does to me. Instantly, my eyes mimic her and my body reacts. I pull her body into mine and finally our lips connect the way I want them to. She meets my desperation and kisses me hard, tangling her hands in my hair and controlling the movement of my head. Forcing her tongue, she deepens the kiss and I moan slightly. When Reagan takes charge, I'm putty in her hands. She's obviously experienced and God does she know what she's doing. In charge Reagan is totally out of my league, which really just makes me want her so much more. If that's even possible.
My hands slide under her shirt to feel her body and she tightens at the touch. She puts her hands on my neck and leans my head to the side giving her full access to my neck. Placing wet kisses at the edge of my jawline, she makes her way to my pulse point. My breathing is already irregular and my heartbeat is fast. Her mouth moves down my neck to my shoulder and to the top of my breasts. She pushes off my flannel to have more skin to kiss. I want the same from her so I pull at the bottom of her shirt until she lifts her arms and head to allow me to take it off. We make eye contact for two seconds before we're making out and feeling each other's bodies again. Without breaking the kiss, she grabs my waist and pushes me backwards, leading me towards her room.
A couple bumps along the way but we make it to her room giggling and hungry for each other. She guides me to her bed and pushes me to lie down on it. I lie there and stare up at her, the desperation obvious in my eyes. She's standing in dark jeans and her favorite leopard bra and as gorgeous as she looks, I just want her to take everything off. She reciprocates the look and stares down at my body, her eyes slowly making their way from my neck to the top of my jeans. She bites her bottom lip and leans down to my body as I prepare myself for one of the best nights of my life.
As I lay there cuddling with Reagan, I couldn't be happier. Feeling her arms around me and her lips on my forehead, there's no place I'd rather be. We've been lying together this way for what feels to be hours. I start to drift off to sleep when I hear one of our phones vibrate somewhere in the room. And then I hear Reagan.
"Not that I want you to, but you should probably get that. It's been going off since we got here."
As she says it, her hold on me tightens, letting me know she really doesn't want me to move. I can't help but to let out a chuckle as I look up to her. "I didn't even notice."
"Well it wasn't easy to hear over all your…noise making." She smirks as I feel my cheeks burn. At that, she adds "Not that I'm complaining." She leans down and gives me a quick peck, allowing me to roll off the bed. As I find my phone somewhere along the floor, I swipe the screen and my stomach drops.
17 missed calls from Shane.
And just 1 text from Karma.
'Whose truck was that?'