Unbreakable Page 5

  “Understand?” he asks me.

  “Yes,” I whisper back pressing one last kiss to his lips.

  I open my bedroom door to find Ava still working on her speech. She looks up at me, raising her eyebrow.

  “You’re home early. How was the party?” she asks, looking back down at the index cards she has notes scribbled all over.

  “It’s after midnight, Ava. That’s not early.” I laugh. “The party was, ah…good,” I mumble as I strip off my clothes, throwing on a tank top and boxer shorts.

  “Must have been one hell of a party. You’re dead sober—looks like I didn’t miss much,” she smirks; her words dripping with sarcasm. Not acknowledging her comment, I roll my eyes and head to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. My pulse quickens thinking about Gabe being in the room next door lying in his bed, and how badly I want to crawl in next to him and snuggle up to his warm body.

  Splashing cold water on my face, I try to stop thinking about him. If I don’t, I know I won’t be getting any sleep. Tiptoeing across the hallway back to my room, I stop to glance at his closed bedroom door. There’s a hint of light coming from underneath, probably from his TV. Smiling to myself as I replay the last few hours, I walk over to his door, resting my hand on the handle. Glancing over my shoulder to ensure no one is coming, I hesitantly open the door and step in, closing the door quietly behind me. Lying on the bed he sees me and slowly sits up.

  I stand there, nervously tugging at the hem of my top when he stands and walks toward me. Pressing his body flush against mine, grabbing my hips he whispers, “Miss me already?” He’s so close I have to tilt my head to look up at him. Timidly, I slide my hands up his bare chest and around the back of his neck. With piercing eyes he stands staring down at me intently. My breathing is shallow, and nerves swarm in my belly as I gently pull him down to me.

  Looking up at him, I close my eyes as he presses his lips to mine. Slowly he moves his lips back and forth across mine. His tongue finds the smallest opening and urges my lips apart, and his kiss becomes more intimate. I gasp as he alternates between light and gentle, and intense, deep kisses. My legs shake slightly as my body is overcome by the intensity of this moment. We are both breathing erratically when he drags his lips away from mine.

  “I should go,” I say in a hush.

  Pressing one last kiss to my lips he whispers, “I don’t want you to.” I reach behind me grasping the doorknob, “I know, but I need too.” I slip out of Gabe’s room and cross the hallway back to mine.

  “What’s that smirk for?” Ava says as she catches me smiling.

  “Nothing, I’m just tired and ready to go to sleep,” I lie. Jumping into bed, I pull my comforter over my head to hide the smile that is still spread across my face. I’m positive this was the best night of my life.

  “You’re a terrible liar,” Ava mumbles.

  “Shut up, Ava.” I mumble from underneath my comforter.

  Thump

  Thump

  “Are you kidding me right now Ava?” I scream as best I can with a raspy voice. There is nothing worse than being woken up by pillows being thrown at your head.

  “No, I’m not kidding. You need to get up, now. We need to talk. I just got off the phone with Adrian and he told me about Gabe’s little ‘knight in shining armor’ rescue last night.”

  Fuck. Sitting up, I sweep my long, messy hair from my face.

  “He picked me up, so what?”

  “So what?” she stands next to my bed with her hands on her hips and a smirk on her face. “God, it’s been obvious for weeks. The not very discreet looks between you guys. The strange tension when you’re around each other. I was just waiting for you two to slip up.”

  “Slip up?” I question her. “Gabe didn’t want us going to the party, Ava. When he found out you weren’t with me, he came to get me. That’s all there is to tell.”

  “You’re lying.”

  “No I’m not.”

  “Yes, you are. When you lie, you get a rash on your neck. Your neck is bright red and it’s starting to crawl up your cheeks. So just spill it, would you?”

  Shit. Sighing, I place my hand over my neck and can feel my pulse beating rapidly. “We’ve really been that obvious?”

  “Let’s just say, you two suck at hiding things. You don’t need to be fucking Sherlock Holmes to figure you two out,” she laughs, and I’m annoyed. “What were you doing last night anyway? You didn’t get home until after midnight,” she asks, raising her eyebrows up.

  I decide it’s best just to be honest at this point. “He came to get me from Xavier’s and we ended up grabbing dinner at Mancini’s. We just talked until we came home. Honestly Ava, that’s all that happened.”

  “What did you talk about?”

  “Really? Does it matter?”

  “Yes it does.”

  “We talked about school.”

  “That’s it?” She asks.

  “No that’s not it, but I can’t remember everything we talked about. Lots of things I guess.”

  “Did you kiss?”

  “Ava!”

  “What? It’s a valid question.”

  “I’m not answering that.” I can feel my face flush.

  She gasps, “You did. You kissed my brother. Ewwww.”

  I bury my face in my hands. I was not expecting an interrogation first thing this morning. “Look, I’m happy for you guys,” she says quietly. “Just don’t be touching each other in front of me—that’s gross and not something I need these precious little eyes of mine seeing.” She giggles, sitting down on the bed next to me.

  Looking up at her, I can feel my face flush again with embarrassment. “I should have told you I had feelings for him,” I admit.

  “Nah, I can imagine it would be weird for you to talk to me about my brother,” she says sincerely.

  I nod my head and smile, “You know this is the first time I’ve ever had to keep a secret from you,” I giggle.

  “Is that why you always keep Max at arms- length, because you like Gabe?”

  “Kind of, I mean I just never had feelings for Max, he’s just a good friend, that’s all.”

  “He’s going to be heartbroken, you know?” She laughs.

  “He’ll be fine.”

  My phone rings on my nightstand and I can’t help but be thankful for the interruption. Glancing at the screen, I pull it from the power cord and answer it. I mouth to Ava, ‘It’s my dad,’ and she leaves the room.

  “Hey Jessie,” my dad says excitedly into the phone.

  “Morning Dad.”

  “You excited? Today’s your big day.”

  “Yeah,” I say quietly.

  “I’m really proud of you.”

  “Thanks.”

  “Say, the reason I’m calling is, I wanted to see if you wanted to grab dinner after graduation. I’m going to have to work again tonight, but wanted to spend some time with you before I head back to work.”

  “Sure, that sounds good. Hey Dad, so now that I’m graduating, do you think I can start staying at our house? You said I could, but I wanted to ask again.” There is silence on the phone.

  “Let’s talk about it at dinner. Pick a place, anywhere you want to go.”

  “Can we do Thai?”

  “Sounds perfect. I’ll see you at the school at three o’clock.” And the phone clicks. This is the extent of conversations with my dad.

  Showering quickly and getting dressed I decide to head home, across the street to relax for a few hours before graduation. Closing the bedroom door behind me, I hear Gabe’s raised voice coming from the kitchen. I freeze momentarily when I hear the exchange between him, Mom and Dad, and even Luke. I tiptoe down the stairs and out the front door as quietly as possible.

  I’m not home ten minutes when my phone pings, alerting me to a new text message. Fishing my phone out of my purse, I slide open the screen to see a new message from Gabe.

  “Where did you go?”

  I don’t know why this
makes me happy, but it does and I smile as I tap out my reply.

  “Home.”

  “I’ll be right over.”

  Those four words cause my pulse to quicken and my palms to sweat. I rush into the bathroom to throw some mascara on my eyelashes and swipe some lip gloss across my lips. I run my fingers through my long wavy hair, hoping to make it look more manageable. Just as I finish up, the doorbell rings and my stomach flips with anxiousness.

  I pause momentarily before opening the door, taking a deep breath. Twisting the door knob, I open the door and Gabe immediately steps over the threshold and pulls me to his lips. His kiss is warm, and sweet.

  “You taste like cherries,” he mumbles against my lips.

  “It’s my lip gloss.”

  “I like it.” He finally pulls his lips off mine but continues to hold me close to him.

  “I like you.” I whisper and press my lips to his for one more kiss.

  Pulling out of his embrace, I walk to the couch and sit down, and he follows me. Settling in next to me, he pulls my hand into his.

  “So what are your plans tonight after graduation?” He asks.

  “Dad is taking me to dinner before heading back to the station.” I say with a shrug.

  “Luke mentioned their shorthanded, he’s headed into work after graduation too. So you’ll be at our house tonight then?”

  “Not sure, I’m trying to convince my dad to let me stay here now.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I’m almost nineteen, I think I can stay at my own house.” I laugh.

  “But I like you across the hall from me.”

  “I like you across the hall from me too, but it’s time for me to grow up, stay on my own once in a while.” I run my thumb over the top of his hand.

  “I suppose,” he smiles. “Is your dad going to be at graduation? I need to talk to him.”

  “He’ll be there, but why don’t you come to dinner with us tonight.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes, I’m sure. In fact you’d be doing me a favor. I don’t know what we’d talk about if we were by ourselves anyway. You guys can talk ‘fire talk’,” I laugh. “Speaking of ‘fire talk’, I heard you talking to Mom and Dad when I snuck out. How did it go?”

  “They’re warming to it. At first they were really upset, but they want me to be happy.” He pauses, deep in thought for a few seconds. “This makes me happy. You make me happy.” He flashes a genuine smile at me.

  “You better not have based this decision on me. What happens when you decide next week that you don’t like me anymore? Are you going to run back to Arizona?” I ask seriously.

  His head tips back, and laughs at me. “Don’t talk like that. I’ll never, not like you. Ever.”

  “What are you thinking?” he asks in a serious tone.

  “I think you’re crazy is what I’m thinking. But I love you anyway,” I say laughing. Hoping that it came out as more of a joke, but I’m serious, I’m madly in love with him.

  Graduation was…just like any other graduation, but Jess was beautiful in her cap and gown and Ava’s speech was a hit. We spent an hour after the ceremony taking an endless amount of pictures and now I’m ready to have dinner with Chief and Jess. I ring the doorbell and wait.

  “Gabe, come on in, son. Jess says you’re joining us for dinner,” he says, offering me his hand for a handshake.

  “Yes, sir,” I say. Why the fuck am I so nervous? Jess comes around the corner, and my pulse quickens. She’s wearing a long strapless casual black dress and sandals. Her hair is flowing down over her shoulders. He green eyes are striking against her tanned skin and the dark dress.

  “Jess,” I nod my head at her.

  “Hi,” She smiles.

  “Well, if you two are done gawking at each other, let’s go,” Chief says. Jess’ mouth falls open, and I feel myself blush.

  “Gabe, you can ride with me. Dad has to drive separately since he’s going to work after dinner,” she says. Once we’re safely out of Chief’s line of vision, I shoot my eyes to her.

  “Did you tell him already? Jesus, I wasn’t expecting that.” I’m whispering, afraid he might hear me.

  “No! I didn’t tell him. Are we that fucking obvious?” she asks.

  “That’s exactly what I was wondering.”

  “Ava says we are,” I admit.

  “She knows?”

  “She does now. Adrian told her you showed up at the party and dragged me out of there like a cave man.”

  I laugh at the cave man reference. “Good, one less person we need to stress about telling.”

  Leaning forward she rests her head on the steering wheel for a moment, and when she raises her head, she just starts laughing. “Let’s go,” she says.

  Our hostess seats us in a booth. Jess slides in next to her dad, and I sit across from them. I try to not look at Jess too much, but apparently we’re transparent according to everyone around us. Chief orders a bunch of different entrées that we all decide to share, which makes it easy since I can’t decide what I want to eat because I’m so nervous.

  “So Chief,” I finally say, clearing my throat. “I have something I want to talk to you about.” I glance at Jess and back to Chief.

  “Sure, what’s up son?” he asks, his voice deep and his eyes shift between Jess and I.

  “I’ve decided not to go back to Arizona in the fall.” I pause, waiting to see his reaction. He hones his eyes in on me for a few seconds, “Ok,” he nods his head for me to continue.

  “I’ve decided that I’d like to train at the academy and hopefully come on your crew as a firefighter.”

  Taking a drink of his ice water, he sets his glass down and plays with the condensation that is dripping down the side of the glass. “That’s a big decision to make, son. Have you talked to your parents?” he asks, knowing they’d be concerned about my decision to not return to school.

  “Yes, they were concerned at first. They didn’t want me to toss away my scholarship, but they’re supportive and warming to my decision. They’re proud of Luke and said they’d be just as proud of me if this is what I really wanted to do.”

  “And is it?” He raises an eyebrow at me.

  “Yes sir.” I say, without an ounce of hesitation. Chief nods his head, and I can tell he’s thinking about saying something. The silence is not helping my nerves.

  “So the only reason you’re leaving Arizona and your scholarship is because you want to be a fire fighter? No other reason?”

  I look at Jess, and her eyes are open wide and she gives a slight shake of her head, as to tell me not to say anything to him about us.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  With a large smile on his face Chief finally speaks, “Well then, let’s get you enrolled in the academy as a recruit and get your classes scheduled. I’d love to have you on my crew,” he reaches across the table to shake my hand.

  Breathing the biggest sigh of relief, I glance across the table at Jess to see a small smile cross her lips.

  For the next hour Chief entertains us. Ok, let’s be honest, he entertains me, with story after story. I can honestly say it fuels my excitement. I love talking to Chief about my new direction in life and having his support as well. I could have sat here all night and listened to his stories of fires, medical emergencies, and even the bizarre calls they get. Jess is still smiling; I can tell she’s happy for me. As we’re finishing dinner, Chief directs his attention to Jess.

  “Jessie, about our conversation this morning, I think it’s fine that you stay at home. Just please check in with me a few times throughout my shift.”

  “Sure, Dad.” she smiles at him, glancing back to me. Chief settles the bill and slides out of the booth.

  “Thanks for dinner Chief,” I offer him a handshake.

  “You’re welcome son. I look forward to bringing you on. Give me a call next week to discuss the details and next steps.” He leans down and places a quick kiss to the top of Jess’ head and quickly le
aves.

  “You hardly ate anything,” I say, looking at Jess’ plate.

  “I wasn’t hungry and I want to go for a quick run when I get home.”

  “A run? I just ate an entire plate of Pad Thai!”

  She laughs at me and stands, offering me her hand as she pulls me from the booth. Settled in the car, she inserts the key into the ignition. Stopping her from starting the car, I reach over and pull her into a kiss. I never want to stop kissing her. Taking my time I explore her mouth, her neck, and her mouth again.

  “Gabe,” she mumbles against my lips.

  I stop her from speaking by deepening my kiss. “Let’s stay in tonight,” I mumble back against her lips.

  Pulling away from me, “Who said I was doing anything with you tonight?” she says, laughing.

  “You don’t want to spend the evening with your boyfriend?” I throw out, knowing that will get her attention. She turns her head to me quickly, her eyes wide.

  “Say it again,” she says with the biggest smile I’ve ever seen, she’s biting her bottom lip as she waits for me to repeat what I just said.

  “Do you want to spend the evening with your boyfriend?” I make sure to say it slow enunciating the word ‘boyfriend’, hoping she’s affected by it.

  “Yes, boyfriend, I’d love to spend my evening with you, but after our food settles can we go for a quick run?”

  “Are you going to try and kill me again?” I laugh, knowing that a quick run to her is a half marathon for me.

  “No, just a few short miles, I promise. I’ll let you win if you want to race,” she says with a little grin.

  “I always win. Remember that,” I say, giving her a little wink.

  Opening the front door, Gabe is standing on my porch in his running shorts and a compression shirt, carrying a small duffle bag. Glancing down at the bag, I flash him a funny look.

  “Moving in?”

  “Want me too?” he says, stepping inside and planting a soft kiss on my lips.

  “I’d love for you too.” I mumble against his lips. Tossing his bag on the floor next to the couch, I catch myself smiling as I imagine going to bed with him every night and waking up wrapped around him every morning.