Chapter 25

A/N: Could it be? An—*gasp* an update? OMG!

In the car, Ian's phone went off. And the idiot answered it. I gave him a look and he smirked.

"What? It's not like I'm texting."

Me: Eye-roll

"Hello? Yes. Mum. Yes, please. Thank you." He hung up.

"What was that all about?"

He smirked again. I was about to slap that hot smirk right off his face.

"A surprise."

"A what?" I gasped. "NO!"

"Oh, yes." He leaned over and kissed my cheek.

I pushed his face away with my hand. "No," I said sternly. "No birthday surprises."

"Yeesss." He sing-songed as we pulled into the driveway. I frowned and opened the door, fast walking up the driveway.

"Jess," Ian called after me. I tried to open the door. Locked. Of course.

"Open the door."

"Come on, Jess. It's your 17th birthday tomorrow. I have a whole day planned."

Me: Pout

Ian: Puts his finger under my chin and lifts my face up. "No pouting." He kisses me lightly.

I smile under his lips. "Love you," I say softly.

"I love you, more."

"Nu-uh." I stick my tongue out.

"Don't stick it out unless you're prepared to use it." He winks and unlocks the door.

"Ew!"

"You say that like you've never done it before."

"Because I haven't, dumbass!" I was getting angry.

He closes the door behind me. "Oh, it was just a joke."

I think about sticking my tongue out again, but he might make me use it. Ha. Oh, how horrible THAT would be! (Sense sarcasm.)

Without noticing, I giggle aloud.

Ian turns and raises an eyebrow at me.

My face gets all serious. "What?"

He grins and shakes his head, turning to go into the kitchen. "You want something to drink?"

"Sure." I threw my bag on the floor and plopped down on the couch.

Ian laughs and hands me a coke. "Could you be more of a teenager?"

"Yes," I say. "By not marrying an old man."

"Oh, really?" He sets his coke down and crawls on top of me tickling me.

"Stop!Ian!Seriously!Stop!Hahahaha!Stooooopp!"

"What will you give me to make me stop?"

I leaned up gave him a full kiss on the mouth.

"I like that option better," He grins and returns the kiss, sliding his tongue against mine.

I love the way he tastes…

1 Hour Later

Ian: Lying on his back, eyes closed.

Me: Giggling on his bare chest

"Why are so giggly every time we-"

"Idon'tknow," I say quickly before he can say, Have sex, make love or worse…

He chuckles and strokes my hair.

I close my eyes and sigh happily.

A knock on the door disrupts our peace.

"Grrr…." I frown.

Ian sits us up and calls out, "Who is it?"

"Tracy and Taylor."

"Shit," Ian says and looks at the clock on the wall. "It's been an hour already?"

"Why?"

"Because, Love," He kisses my forehead. "It's time for your birthday party."

"But it's not my birthday yet!" I whine.

"I know, but the club can only have special reservations tonight."

"The club?" I frown. "The one I got drunk in?"

Ian laughs, obviously remembering that night. Good. Cause I sure don't.

"No, this is a different one."

"Jeez, how many clubs are in Georgia? It's a freaking southern state!"

"You'd be surprised what can happen in a southern state."

I stick my tongue out and as soon as he raises an eyebrow, I put it back in my mouth.