Forever Yours (#3) Read Online Free

in his scent and then he speaks in his slightly southern accent.
“Are you ready to go?” He says as he reaches his hand out for me. I nod and
then my heart races when I hear my uncle stomping behind me.
    “Now look here son, I expect you to take good care of Rose. Do you understand
me?” I blush –why does my uncle have to be so embarrassing? I shoot Dalton
an apologetic look and I am surprised to see that his calm and sweet exterior is
now replaced by a very serious, tense look.
    “Of course, sir,” Dalton says as he stares into my uncles eyes. George pats me
on the head and he nods at Dalton. My face is on fire, but Dalton’s cool hand
freezes my heat, when he pulls me out of the house. He slides his hand onto my
lower back and he leads me to his car, whispering in my ear. “You’re Uncle
scares the hell outta me!” I laugh –a vampire is scared of my sweet, old uncle,
surly not!

Three
    Dalton navigates through the city and now we are heading south towards
Boston. The traffic is unusually calm for a game day and the miles are slipping
away as Dalton presses his foot down onto the gas pedal. The hood of the car is
dropped and the slightly warm air is blowing through my hair as we speed
through the lanes. Dalton has been quiet and very calm and I can’t help but
think that he is a little upset. I pull my eyes away from the road ahead, so that I
can take in Dalton’s looks. He looks tense and I notice that he is concentrating
on his driving, in a very serious manner. His hand is gripped onto the wheel and
it looks as if it could snap in two from the pressure. His foot is firmly lodged
onto the gas pedal and I start to feel a little uncomfortable when the car lunges
forward. I grip onto the armrest and I try not to show that I am scared. The car is
floating from lane to lane, overtaking every car in sight. My heart is pounding
and I frown when I feel my phone buzzing from inside my jean pocket. I
reluctantly pull my hand away from the rest and I reach into my jeans. I sigh
when I see that Ryan is calling me and then an overwhelming cloud has come
over me –I kissed him last night. My heart starts to race –crap what I am going
to say to him? I feel super guilty that I lead him on and I can’t believe my own
stupidity for kissing him. The phone continues to buzz and Dalton notices.
“Aren’t you going to answer that?” I let out a sigh –don’t be a cowered Rose. I
smile at Dalton and then I slide to answer.
     
“Hey,” I say in an upbeat voice. Ryan doesn’t take long to reply.
“ Hey girl, are you hung-over?”
    “I’m not too bad actually, what about you?” He laughs down the phone –right
he doesn’t get hung-over. “Sorry, that was a stupid question, so what you up
to?”
“Not much, just thinking about you.” My heart jumps –crap Ryan has hope. I
need to put a dent in his hope –great I am hurting my friend.
     
“Ryan, about last night…” I begin to explain, but Ryan jumps in first, gushing
about our kiss.
    “It was perfect in every way possible, except for when that jerk ruined our
moment.” My mind starts to rush and I am suddenly reminded that Dalton can
hear everything that Ryan is saying. Crap this is awkward –think Rose. I can’t
let Ryan think that we stand a chance of getting back together and I don’t want
Dalton to think that either. I need to sort this, before it gets out of hand.
    “Ryan last night was a mistake. I was drunk, too drunk and mad at Dalton. I
wanted to numb the pain that he caused me, so I kissed you hoping that it would
make me feel something. I’m sorry, but I just don’t feel that way about you.”
“So, you used me?”
    “No, yeah I guess I did. I’m sorry, like I said I was drunk. I know that’s no
excuse, but please, I don’t want this to ruin our friendship. I care about you; I
just don’t have loving feelings for you.”
“Do you love him?”
“Yeah,” I feel Dalton’s eyes burning through me, but I don’t meet his stare.