All Over You (Unforgettable You, Book 1.5) by Beverley Kendall Page A

a shrug. “It’s nothing, I was just wondering since you’ve met my mom and she practically considered you one of the family.” I don’t mean it to come across as snippy but it does. “You know what, forget I even mentioned it.” The truth is, I’m not trying to pick a fight. Honest to God I’m not. It’s just that a part of me has always felt that me not even speaking to anyone in his family has more to do with me not being the kind of girl he felt comfortable taking home to meet his family and less to do with the fact that he’d always come to visit me because his parents weren’t as “cool” as my mom.

 
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER NINE
     
    S COTT
     
    I can tell by the expression on her face that if I don’t fix things now, our date will be shot to hell. But damn if I want to talk about my parents. Explaining why I never took her up on her many offers to make the trek down to LA to visit me and meet my family would mean having to explain who they are. Revealing who they are would also mean revealing the things she doesn’t know about me and I’m not ready to do that. At least not yet. I want to wait until things are solid between us.
    I’m an ass. I should have told her eons ago, like after we started getting serious. But look at what happened when I’d been honest with Andrea about me. In my junior year, she’d been new at the all girls’ school as well as to the area, and she’d been the girl I was interested in. Her interest in me had gone from high to zilch in two seconds flat. Good, decent girls weren’t interested in a guy like me.
    Apart from how pretty, sweet and fun she was to be with, that’s one of the things I’d liked about dating Becca. She didn’t know me. To her I hadn’t come with my reputation and all the garbage that came with it. I wasn’t Carol Carver’s son, the royal screw-up and overall fuck-up. Crap, and it’d be even worse when she learned about all the girls…. Yeah, now is definitely not the time to tell her. The shitstorm my past would cause will come soon enough. As it is, I just need to salvage this date or it may be the last we’ll be going on together.
    The waitress bringing our food saves me from having to say anything now. I barely glance at the girl. One because she’s been making eyes at me in front of my girlfriend and two because I don’t want to give Becca another reason to skewer me.
    While we’re eating, we talk about school. What classes we’re taking and how apartment living is so much better than living in a dorm. I don’t tell her that my roommate had basically been interviewed for the position. My dad had to make sure Clint could be trusted and wasn’t going to be a bad influence. It’s the same reason I’m not on Facebook or Twitter. Keeping a low profile is the mantra in my family. Only my parents are allowed to be high-profile and it’s usually always on their terms.
    The next hour flies and then it’s time to take Becca home. A certain tension settles between us on the drive back to her apartment. My mind is on what’s going to happen when I walk her to her door. I’m sure hers is too. She hasn’t stopped fidgeting since she got in the car.
    I park in the sporadically lit parking lot of her building and shut off the ignition before turning to her to address the elephant in the room. “I’m going to walk you to your door and kiss you goodnight. Nothing else. So don’t worry that I’m going to try to pressure you into having sex.” Even though I wouldn’t mind pressuring the hell out of her, I’ll stay true to my word.
    “I didn’t think y-you were—”
    “Yeah you did, that’s why you can’t keep your hands still.”
    Instantly, her hands go motionless in her lap.
    I chuckle softly. Bingo.
    “Better yet, let’s get the kiss over with. That should calm you down.”
    Before she can open her mouth to respond, mine is on hers, my hand cupping the back of her head, my body angled over the console.
    Her lips are soft