My Sister's Best Friend (Best Friends 3) Read Online Free Page B
Author: G.L. Snodgrass
been places you can't even imagine.
Placing money on the counter for the coffee and a tip he held the door for me and touched my lower back guiding me through to the street. A sweet electric tingle sparkled up my spine.
The long gray sidewalk to home lay before us. The night had grown cool, silver stars danced in the black sky. It was a magical time. Every building and each loud and obnoxious car ceased to exist. All my problems, doubts, and worries seem to disappear as my world narrowed down to just the two of us. Two young people walking down a sidewalk together.
He shifted to put himself on the street side and I smiled. Nathan was like that, always the gentleman. Mr. J was like that too. He always treated Mrs. J as if she were special. It was nice to see that Nathan had picked up his father's habits.
We began walking, engulfed in silence. Suddenly I didn't know what to do with my hands. I had to constantly restrain myself from reaching and caressing his shoulder. He was home, really home. I'd lain awake too many nights panicking over what it would be like if he got hurt or god forbid if he didn't come home.
I shoved my hands into the pockets of my sweater. The last thing I should do was start caressing Nathan Johnson. He'd freak out and I'd never see him again.
"So, have you decided what you're going to do this fall?" he asked, breaking the silence and making me jump.
"No not really." I said shaking my head. "Probably take some classes at the community college. With tips I'm making good money at Sam's. I just don't know what I want to be when I grow up."
He nodded his head as if he understood. Nathan had never been judgmental. Was that because he didn't care enough to have an opinion? Or was it because he trusted me to figure it out on my own.
Everyone else had an opinion about what I should do. Chrissy thought I should have applied to the University of Washington in Seattle with her. Dad thought I should work in his law office. Pushing papers from one side of the room to the other.
Mom? Well, who knew what she thought I should do. It didn't really matter because whatever I chose it would be wrong.
"I'm sure you'll figure it out," Nathan said, answering my original question.
A sweet silence settled over us as we walked. I could feel his presence next to me. He’d adjusted his step to meet mine. Steeling a glance at him I caught his profile in the glow from the street light. He was so heartbreaking handsome I thought. A strong nose, firm chin, wide, solid shoulders. Eyes full of laughter and intelligence. His short Marine haircut made me want to run my fingers across the bristly sides. Most of all, lips that were designed to make a girl want to kiss them.
My heart skipped a beat making me trip over a crack in the sidewalk.
I stumbled and instinctively reached to grab his arm to steady myself. I swear it wasn't intentional. At least I don't think it was. Maybe my subconscious was doing it.
Nathan spun and caught me at the waist before I could fall. His strong hands holding me steady until I could gather myself. Again that sweet electric buzz emanated from where he touched me. A gentle warmth that caressed my soul. I could quickly become oh so addicted to that feeling.
Smiling I waited for him to tease me. Something along the lines of, Walk much Ashley? Or, Jesus Parker, we can't take you anywhere. But he didn't say a word, instead his eye bore into me with a concerned look, checking to see if I was alright.
Gathering myself I mumbled a quick "Thank you," then started walking again before he could see the deep blush on my cheeks.
A not so sweet silence settled over us again. All I could think about was that this was Nathan, Chrissy's big brother. Nothing was ever going to happen, but if by some miracle it did, then I'd be betraying Chrissy somehow. My stomach turned over. Why couldn't life be easy?
We continued on for several minutes. Why couldn't I think of something to say? I should be able to flirt,
Placing money on the counter for the coffee and a tip he held the door for me and touched my lower back guiding me through to the street. A sweet electric tingle sparkled up my spine.
The long gray sidewalk to home lay before us. The night had grown cool, silver stars danced in the black sky. It was a magical time. Every building and each loud and obnoxious car ceased to exist. All my problems, doubts, and worries seem to disappear as my world narrowed down to just the two of us. Two young people walking down a sidewalk together.
He shifted to put himself on the street side and I smiled. Nathan was like that, always the gentleman. Mr. J was like that too. He always treated Mrs. J as if she were special. It was nice to see that Nathan had picked up his father's habits.
We began walking, engulfed in silence. Suddenly I didn't know what to do with my hands. I had to constantly restrain myself from reaching and caressing his shoulder. He was home, really home. I'd lain awake too many nights panicking over what it would be like if he got hurt or god forbid if he didn't come home.
I shoved my hands into the pockets of my sweater. The last thing I should do was start caressing Nathan Johnson. He'd freak out and I'd never see him again.
"So, have you decided what you're going to do this fall?" he asked, breaking the silence and making me jump.
"No not really." I said shaking my head. "Probably take some classes at the community college. With tips I'm making good money at Sam's. I just don't know what I want to be when I grow up."
He nodded his head as if he understood. Nathan had never been judgmental. Was that because he didn't care enough to have an opinion? Or was it because he trusted me to figure it out on my own.
Everyone else had an opinion about what I should do. Chrissy thought I should have applied to the University of Washington in Seattle with her. Dad thought I should work in his law office. Pushing papers from one side of the room to the other.
Mom? Well, who knew what she thought I should do. It didn't really matter because whatever I chose it would be wrong.
"I'm sure you'll figure it out," Nathan said, answering my original question.
A sweet silence settled over us as we walked. I could feel his presence next to me. He’d adjusted his step to meet mine. Steeling a glance at him I caught his profile in the glow from the street light. He was so heartbreaking handsome I thought. A strong nose, firm chin, wide, solid shoulders. Eyes full of laughter and intelligence. His short Marine haircut made me want to run my fingers across the bristly sides. Most of all, lips that were designed to make a girl want to kiss them.
My heart skipped a beat making me trip over a crack in the sidewalk.
I stumbled and instinctively reached to grab his arm to steady myself. I swear it wasn't intentional. At least I don't think it was. Maybe my subconscious was doing it.
Nathan spun and caught me at the waist before I could fall. His strong hands holding me steady until I could gather myself. Again that sweet electric buzz emanated from where he touched me. A gentle warmth that caressed my soul. I could quickly become oh so addicted to that feeling.
Smiling I waited for him to tease me. Something along the lines of, Walk much Ashley? Or, Jesus Parker, we can't take you anywhere. But he didn't say a word, instead his eye bore into me with a concerned look, checking to see if I was alright.
Gathering myself I mumbled a quick "Thank you," then started walking again before he could see the deep blush on my cheeks.
A not so sweet silence settled over us again. All I could think about was that this was Nathan, Chrissy's big brother. Nothing was ever going to happen, but if by some miracle it did, then I'd be betraying Chrissy somehow. My stomach turned over. Why couldn't life be easy?
We continued on for several minutes. Why couldn't I think of something to say? I should be able to flirt,
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