“Maybe, it’s because you wore this?” He pinches at my dress and instantly I go red.
“I…um. Peer pressure,” I say coyly.
“Peer pressure?” he asks, dropping his eyes into an evil glare.
There’s that look again.
I’ll need new panties.
“Mm-hmm.” I smile and bite down on his lip.
“You’re fucking trouble, you know that. But you’re my trouble.”
He places me down to the floor, grasping onto my hand. “We are leaving. If I have to watch one more guy look at you in that dress, I’m going to go Rampage Jackson on them.”
I’m certain he’s just as scary, if not more than, Rampage Jackson. We’re almost out the door when I feel my phone vibrate again in my clutch.
“Shit, I need to get this.” Opening my clutch, I rush out the door to answer my phone without the loud music blaring in the background.
“Hello,” I answer, watching Ade saunter to me slowly.
“Kalie? It’s Sarah. Carter’s mom.”
“Oh. Hey, Sarah. Everything okay?”
“Carter’s been in a serious accident. He’s in the hospital right now.”
I throw my hand up to my mouth in shock, my stomach rolling over. “What! What happened?”
“I don’t know love. I can discuss the details with you when you get here.”
I nod my head and look to Ade as a single tear drops from my eye. Wiping it away quickly I tell her, “I’ll be there in a few hours.”
Hanging up my phone, Ade’s face slackened, his brow furrowed and he bit his lower lip in concern. “Who was that?”
“It was my best friend Carter’s mom. He’s been in a serious accident, and I have to leave. Now.”
“The wedding is on Sunday,” he murmurs.
“I know. I’ll be back. I just have to go and see what’s happening. I’ll come back tomorrow night.”
“I’m coming with you,” he says, pulling me to him.
“You don’t have to do that,” I reply, hugging his huge body.
“I want to, we can take my car. You can text Vicky when we’re on the road.”
I nod my head in understanding and look up to him. He brushes my hair out of my face and kisses me softly on the lips. My feelings for him are growing too fast for me to handle, and I really hope I don’t get hurt.
After going back to my hotel room and quickly changing, we get on the road, heading back to Hollywood. Feeling sick, I hope he’s okay. Ade’s hand grasps onto my thigh.
“It’s going to be okay, babe.”
Smiling at him and looking out the window, I watch the trees passing the window. “I hope so. Carter’s my best friend and I love him, but I know he can get rowdy.”
“Is he straight?” Ade asks, looking at me sideways.
“No Ade, he’s as gay as they come.”
He nods his head in understanding, turning his attention back to the road. “So you dance in Hollywood? Phoebe says you’re quite the girl here.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Yeah, I guess I am. I’m pretty good at what I do. I think that came from the endless ballet glasses my mom pushed me into from as soon as I could walk. I hated it, ballet sucked, but I was good…really good. One day, I was dancing along to Timberland ‘Bounce,’ you know, after watching Step Up 2, I wanted to learn the whole dance, and I did. However, my mom walked in on me in my dance studio that she’d had built into our home. She was disgusted with me and converted my dancing studio into another drinking slash living room for her and her friends as punishment.” I look to Ade and see him watching me every two seconds while keeping his eyes on the road.
“Your mom sounds like a bitch.”
I laugh. “She was. That was mainly because she was constantly trying to keep up with her pathetic Stepford wife friends, and the church. My parents were Mormon, they are not anymore. They’re entirely different people now. Not like that at all. I love to dance, it’s a passion of mine and I think something incredibly beautiful happens when your passion turns into your work. However, I also would love it to be just a hobby. I don’t want to be shaking my ass for these music videos for all my life.” I open the glove box and pull out a bag of pretzels that Ade put in there before we left.
“What is it that you want to do?” he asks softly.
“I’ve always wanted to be a criminal defense lawyer.”
He laughs and rubs a hand over his mouth before he stops abruptly when he sees my eyes drop. “Sorry baby, I wasn’t laughing because I don’t think you can do it. I was laughing because how ironic that would be if you were a lawyer, and being with me.”