Waiting on Forever (19 page)

“Shh…” Matt says, adding a little space between us and holding my face to look at him. “Babe, it’s fine. They just made everyone leave. They asked for Brynn’s ID because she was too fucked up to even give them her name. No one got arrested–everything’s fine,” he assures me in a soft, gentle voice.

“Really? Nobody got in trouble?” I ask surprised.

“Nope. They just said they got a noise complaint and that it was time for everyone to go home. No big deal.” He smiles.

Taking a calming breath, I allow my overactive nerves to chill the heck out, and look up at him with a relieved grin. Matt takes a minute to take me in with an adoring smirk then leans down and softly kisses my lips.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m frickin beat. How ‘bout we throw a movie in and call it a night?” he asks, pushing my hair back out of my face and grinning down at me.

Although I pictured this night going much differently, I have to agree, I’m completely exhausted. Snuggling up to Matt in bed sounds perfect at the moment.

“Sounds like a plan,” I answer back.

Chapter 23

Rolling over, I’m greeted by an empty bed. I sit up in panic and look around Matt’s room, he’s not here. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice a note sitting on top of his pillow.

My body instantly relaxes and warms seeing his cute girly heart at the end. It drives me crazy that this man can freak the hell out me one minute then make my heart skip a beat the next. I think it’s safe to say that Matt brings out every emotion in me, some better than others.

Now that I’m completely awake, so is my bladder. I steal a pair of Matt’s boxer shorts from his top drawer, throw one of his t-shirts over my head, then tip-toe over to the bathroom. When I get back, Matt is sitting on the bed with our breakfast spread out on top of it.

“I have to say the sight of you in my t-shirt and underwear never gets old,” he grins as I sit down next to him.

With a big smile, I lean over and greet him with a kiss. “I have to say the grin on your face every time you see me wearing this never gets old, either.”

“Mmm, I’m gonna miss you today,” Matt says, nuzzling his nose with mine. “I’ve actually gotta eat and run. Coach wants us down to the bus by ten.”

What a shitty girlfriend I am–I completely forgot he has a game today. Glancing over at his cable box, it’s already twenty to ten.

“I wish I could come,” I confess in an almost pouty voice.

“Eh, it’ll be an easy win and you got your parents coming in this afternoon. I’ll be home before you know it.”

Speaking of that...

“What time do you think you guys will be back?”

“Well, the game starts at one. It takes about an hour to get home from there and we’ll probably stop somewhere to eat, so probably around seven or eight-ish,” Matt answers, shrugging his shoulders.

My parents said that they were going to get here around three. They usually take me shopping and to get groceries before going out to dinner, then typically doesn’t stay any later than 8 p.m.. It works out perfectly.

“Tonight’s your place,” he says in reference to where we’ll be sleeping. “Why don’t you just call me when you’re done with dinner, then I’ll shoot over, assuming we’ll be back by then.”

Not wanting to say goodbye yet, but knowing it’s coming, I respond, “K,” in a less then enthused tone, but with a sincere smile.

“Oh baby, don’t do that. It kills my heart,” Matt says, cupping my cheek with a sweet voice. “I wish I could just carry you around in my pocket all day so I don’t have to see that frown on your face when I leave.”

The thought of being attached to Matt’s hip is both amusing and disgusting. I picture myself like the mouse on Dumbo that hides out in the brim of his hat as they fly together. I’d just be in Matt’s pocket instead. I laugh at the thought.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” I smile. “Good luck at your game, Babe,” I say with a genuine smile.

He does his usual once over of my face–
I wonder what he is thinking when he does it?
It’s like he has to study my face so he doesn’t forget what I look like when he’s away. He leans forward and gently kisses my lips.

“Thanks, I’ll see you later. Tell your parents I said hello,” he says before grabbing his sports bag, then turns to give me one last heartwarming smile before walking out the door.

His smile melts me to the core and I decide that I need to start capturing these moments on film. I need to capture the look he gives me every morning when he wakes up, the way he looks at me before kissing me goodbye, the pleased and proud smile he wears after making my body unravel below him–I need to capture it all..

After finishing my breakfast and getting his room and bed back in order, I gather my things and head downstairs. It’s always amusing to see how the house can be filled to max capacity the night before and look like a ghost town the next day. Unlike the first time I stepped foot in this house, it looks like a tornado has passed through. Although I really don’t feel like it, the motherly girlfriend inside of me is telling me that I need to pick up.

When did I become Miss Suzie Homemaker?

Sighing with the acknowledgement that I’m becoming
that
girl, a softy instead of a witty tough ass, I drop my bag on the floor and head to the kitchen in search of the garbage bags I’m going to need to clean this place up.

After two hours, three garbage bags full of beer cans, and a good scrub down and vacuuming, the house looks the cleanest I’ve ever seen it. I stand there for a minute with my hands on my hips and take in my handy work.

Pretty impressive.

Dying of thirst, I make my way into the garage to get one of my sodas out of the refrigerator before I leave. However, when I open the door my breathing stops and my heart beat accelerates seeing the large plastic containers filled with rose petals, a box of chocolate covered strawberries, and a bottle of champagne.

What the?

I quickly slam the door shut, not even getting a drink like I had originally planned, and stare at the closed refrigerator in front of me. Did Matt buy those for me? Are they even his? Of course they’re his, this is his refrigerator. What are those for? Does he have something planned that I don’t know about? He must have bought them this morning because they weren’t in there last night.

My mind is going crazy with a million thoughts and scenarios running through it. I can’t understand why these are in his refrigerator–it’s not close to Valentine’s Day nor my birthday or any holiday for that matter. There’s absolutely no rhyme or reason for them being here.

Oh my god…

Is tonight the night? Is he planning on having sex with me tonight? He said that he wanted our first time to be special and well this would all make it pretty damn special.

Holy shit.

Matt and I are going to have sex tonight!

Not only has my breathing returned, but it’s very heavy. My heart is still pumping at a ridiculous pace but this time in anticipation. I’m so frickin excited that I could squeal, but knowing that would be pushing it, I squeeze my hands together and jump up and down like an idiot, thankful that no one is home to witness it.

Once I finish my internal celebration, I grab the coke from the fridge that I originally came out here for and actually let out a very small quick squeal when I see it all again on the shelf.

Breathe, Leah. Breathe.

Taking one last glance at the present I have in store for me tonight, I close the door and head back into the house. With a smile that is sure to stay plastered on my face all day, I grab my things and make my way out to my car. With the music blasting, I sing at the top of my lungs as I drive back to the dorms. I even smile at the people who are stopped next to me at the stop light that are looking at me funny –I’m on frickin cloud nine right now and I don’t give a rat’s ass who sees it or what they might think. I’m getting laid tonight by the love of my life and the hottest, most wanted guy on campus.

Hell, yeah. I’m going to celebrate!

Chapter 24

I manage to get a quick nap and a shower in before my intercom buzzes at exactly 3 p.m., notifying me that my parents are here.

“I’ll be right down,” I answer into the speaker.

“Okay, honey,” I hear my mom sweetly say in response.

Grabbing my jacket off the chair, I stuff my cellphone in my back pocket then lock the door and head downstairs. Apparently someone has let them in because they are standing in the commons area of the main floor. They spot me immediately with a big smile on their faces. Being the baby of the family I’ve always been spoiled with love and affection, so having them love me to death every time they see me comes as no surprise–it’s actually expected.

“How’s my Leahbug?” my dad asks, pulling me in for a hug.

Pretty damn excited actually.

I setttle for, “I’m good,” instead.

“I figured we could take you to get some new clothes and stock up your fridge before we go get supper. Does that sound okay?” my mom asks as we head outside.

I smile, knowing that this is exactly what we always do, so why would I expect anything different? My parents are so damn predictable it’s not even funny, but I love them regardless.

“Sure, Mom. That sounds great.”

We dragged my dad around for hours, hopping from store to store and buying more outfits and shoes than I was expecting. Then we went to the grocery store to get enough food to last me months. We stop back at my room to drop everything off, chat quickly with Kayla, then head back out for dinner. I can’t help the anxious leg shaking throughout dinner or the amount of times I check my phone to see if Matt has called or text. The closer the time gets to Matt getting home, the more eager I am to be done with dinner and be back at my dorm.

“Is everything okay, Leah?” my mom asks after I check my phone for the hundredth time.

“Huh? Yeah, sorry. Just expecting a call.”
Well, not really.
I’m supposed to call him when we’re done, but what other reason can I give for checking my phone over and over?

“Anyone we know?” she asks with a raised eyebrow and a grin.

Seeing that Matt would have tagged along tonight had he not had a game, I think it’s suitable to enlighten my parents on our relationship.

“Um, no. You don’t know him. He was actually going to come tonight to meet you guys, but he had a football game in Binghamton, so he couldn’t make it,” I tell them in one breath with a prideful smile.

My mom’s face immediately brightens ten shades and my dad looks at me shocked. Yes, I’m sure this is quite the news for them. Their little Leahbug has never had a boyfriend and has never even spoken about a male of interest before, for that matter. This is a pretty big deal and their faces certainly show it.

“Well, um…that’s great,” my mom says in a shocked, but excited tone. “So, is this a boyfriend or just a friend or…?”

“Yes, he’s my boyfriend,” I admit, feeling my cheeks warm. “We met during orientation this summer, but we’ve only been dating for a couple of weeks.”

My dad starts to say something, but my mom cuts him off. “So, tell us about him. What’s his name? What does he look like?”