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Authors: Carey Heywood

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She called Lilly
from her Bluetooth
and ga
ve her all the highlights
.
Lilly
thought she should stay with Kyle
.
She
personally could not figure out what
Becka
's attraction to
Nate
was in the first place
.
B
esides
,
Kyle really liked her
,
and
Nate
,
in her opinion
,
was a commitment
-
phobe.
Becka argued
Nate
's case
,
trying to tell Lilly how sweet he had been the night before.
What drove her crazy was she didn’t kno
w if he was seeing other girls.

What he had said the night before about fucking girls he didn’t like, did that mean he was actually having sex with random girls? Becka also felt like an ass for being so concerned about what he might be doing when she somewhat had a boyfriend.
How this whole situation might hurt Kyle was what Lilly seemed most annoyed about, and she hadn’t even ever met him.
Becka was stressing that she had let things go this long with Kyle at all. Normally, by now she would
have broken things off. What did that mean?

Lilly
was right,
and
Becka
knew it
.
But,
Nate
had been so sweet the night before
.
She did want him more
than Kyle
,
but she still did not know what to do
.
Was it so
bad to want to keep them both?
Once she got home
,
she took a sh
ow and then texted Kyle back
.
She knew he didn’t have to work that night so she asked if he wanted her to go over there or if
he was going to come over to her house.

Becka took a shower
,
pul
l
ed
on some comfy clothes
, and
lay
down on her bed. She just could not
get
why no one, not Lilly or Lucy or even Dav
e
,
could understand why she lusted after
Nate
so much. Was it the thrill of the chase? Maybe, she supposed
,
but that would not explain how her attraction for him started the moment she saw him. Becka wondered if he felt the same way to a certain extent.
Nate
sure seemed to like her but also wanted to keep her at arm's length. He had more than one chance the night before for Becka to leave
,
but he made
a point of wanting her to stay.
Maybe if she could just get it over with and sleep with him
,
she could stop obsessing about him.

Last night had been fun
,
but Becka could not help but wonder two things; first, last night would not have happened if she had not run into him and second, how long it would be until she heard from him again
?
Becka
was reading a
b
ook when she got a text from Kyle
a couple of hours later
.
He wanted to know which would work better for her
.
He was such a sweet guy
.
Since she knew he was up
,
she went ahead and called him.

"Hey
,
babe
,
" he answered
.
He sounded sleepy.

"Are you still in bed?"
Becka
asked.

"Un huh
,
" Kyle mumbled.

"Why don’t you stay in bed
,
and I'll just come to you
.
I can come crawl in
with you.
" she was
over
doing
the
flirting because she felt guilty.

"That sounds awesome."

"Okay
.
I just have
to
throw a couple things in a bag and then I'm on my way
.
Do you want me to pick up some beer?"

"Nope
.
I got some."

"Okay
.
I'll be there in a few."

She changed
,
putting a skimpy nightie on under her clothes for fun
.
Grabbing a bag
,
she tossed an outfit for the next day in and her e
R
eader
.
Going into the bathroom
,
she packed some toiletries and put on some makeup. She did not think they would be going out that night but packed
some jeans and a cute top
for it just in case
.
After she left a note for Dave letting him know where she would be
,
she left.

It was a short drive to Kyle's apartment
.
On her drive
,
Becka kept telling herself that what had happened with
Nate
didn’t count as cheating because they didn’t have sex. It was a weak argument but
,
since she was currently both judge and jury
,
Becka was happy with the
moral loophole she had created.

Pulling into Kyle's complex
,
s
he punched his code in
to the security box at
the
gate
.
The fact that she knew his personal code made her feel crappy
again
.
His front door was unlocked
.
He
must have gotten up and unlocked the door after her call
.
She locked it behind her
.
Setting her bag down by the door
,
she slipped off her shirt and jeans and fluffed her hair
.
Becka
then quietly made her way to Kyle's bedroom.

He was watching TV and did not see her walk up
.
When she cleared h
er throat
,
his jaw dropped
.
Not taking his eyes off of her
,
he picked up the remote and turned the TV off.

"I must be the luckiest guy on the planet
,
" he said.

Becka
's smile faltered a bit
,
but she did her best to ramp it back up as she walked over to his bed
.
Maybe this was her answer
,
she thought
.
She felt really bad about ever hurting Kyle
.
Maybe
that meant he was w
ho she should be with
after all this time..
Becka
slid
under the co
vers
,
and Kyle
pulled her to him
,
kissing her urgently
.
He must have brushed
his
teeth when
he got up to open the door
.
Kyle
was just so thoughtful
,
she realized as her tongue skimmed his minty fresh one.

Much later
,
still snuggled up in his bed
,
Kyle
asked her if she w
anted to go out that night
.
Becka
admitted that she would rather stay in but would go out
if he wanted to
.
It turned out his parents were having
a party
,
and he knew it was last minute
,
but did she want to go…meet…his...parents?
Becka stared at him.

"You want me to meet your parents?" she asked.

"Of course
.
I've told my mom all about you
.
She has wanted to meet you for a while
,
" Kyle replied.

"I don’t know
.
I just
uh…
" Becka faltered
, alarm bells going off
.

"You don’t have to be nervous Becka, but if you
don’t want to
,
I understand."

"It's not that I don’t want to
.
It’s
just that we would have to go back to my house for me to change
,
" Becka explained.

"Why don’t you just wear what you wore over here?" he asked.

"Dumbass
,
you don’t even know what I wore over here
,
" she said
,
pushing him.

"You alw
ays look amazing
.
They
will like
you no
matter
what you wear
,
" he said
,
pulling her to him.

"Tell me about your parents
.
What
are their parties like?" Becka asked.

"Okay
.
Well,
my mom and dad were high school sweethearts
.
We
moved to A
rizona
when I was still in s
chool
.
They still live in the same house
.
It’s
in Paradise Valley
.
My mom is a realtor
,
and my dad is a hig
h school English teacher
.
They're
laid back and pretty cool overall
.
My younger sister has been driving them crazy recently
.
She isn’t doing that great in college
.
Partying
too much, not going to class."

"Will your sister be there tonight?'

"No way
.
She’s
going to school in California."

"I'll go
,
but I want to get ready at my
house because I don’t like the clothes I brought."

"That's cool
.
From
your house
,
it will probably take thirty minutes to get there
,
and it starts at
seven
.
How long do you think it will take you to get ready?'

"I have my shower and makeup stuff with me so I can do that here
.
I just want different clothes
,
and
that might tak
e
like
twenty minutes
,
" Becka said
,
running her finger across the front part of his Celtic tattoo.

Kyle was so happy she had said yes
.
He
wrapped his arms around her and kissed her thoroughly before getting up to call his mom
.
Becka lay back on his bed
,
wondering if the universe had it out for her
.
She would be meeting his friggin parents
.
The more she thought about it
,
she guessed it made sense
.
They
had been seeing each other for almost
two
months now
.
When Kyle got off of the phone
,
he jumped back
into bed and kissed her
some more
.

Becka was doing her best to put on a brave face
.
The idea of meeting his parents made her really nervous,
and
ot
her people would be there too
.
This was the exact opposite of not letting things get too serious.
Kyle got up to take a shower
,
so Becka pulled out her cell to text Dave and Lucy
.
She was surprised to find a text from
Nate
.
She had to bite her lip to keep from laughing out loud
.
He had found her thong and texted her a picture
of it with the following message
-

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