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lip to try and hide her smirk as she pushes over more uncapped bottles. “That stunt you pulled… You didn’t have to kiss me with my mom watching, you know…”
     
    “Why not?” Leon says, his voice hushed. “Your parents don’t let you kiss boys?”
     
    “They say you’re up to no good.” She says, turning around and looking over her shoulder at him with sexily hooded eyes.
     
    “Well, they’re right, aren’t they?” Leon says, standing up straight as he grabs the beers from the bar before turning around and walking away to give the bottles to his group.
     
      The butterflies in her stomach tumble as she watches him walk away, his jeans hugging his muscular thighs as he walks.
     
      She watches out of the corner of her eye as places the bottle on the table before he slides his jacket off of his shoulders before laying it over the back of a chair.
     
    “Two more!” He says, jogging over, his bicep contracting as he lifts his two fingers into the air.
     
    “Alright.” Alia says, as she pulls two more beer from out of the cooler before opening the bottles.
     
      She slides the bottles across the bar towards him, tingles running up and down her arms as Leon slides his fingers up her wrists.
     
    “I get to see you again tonight, right?” He asks, his voice husky as he leans over the bar top, his breath tickling her ear.
     
    “I told you…” She says, feeling the heat in her belly rise as she shakes her head. “You got me in trouble. I have to go home right after I close.”
     
    “Well, then I guess I’m coming over.” Leon says, winking as he walks away with the bottles.
     
    “Yeah, right.” Alia says sarcastically, giggling as she shakes her head. “See you there.”

Chapter 9
     
     
       She walks up her front path, the dim solar lights illuminating the sidewalk as she steps up the front porch.
     
    “Hi.” She says, looking up from her feet as the door opens in front of her, her father standing in the doorway before stepping out of her way.
     
      She walks inside, kicking off her shoes as she looks back at her dad before placing her purse on the table by the door.
     
    “You didn’t have to wait up for me, you know.” Alia says, shaking her head as she looks up at her dad. “I was coming right home…”
     
    “I just want to make sure there was no funny business.” He says, closing the door behind him and locking it before walking out of the living room and into the kitchen.
     
    “I’m home!” She says, watching her dad drink a glass of water. “What kind of funny business could I possibly get into? You have to work tomorrow; I can’t believe you would stay up like this…”
     
    “Alright…” Her dad says, clearing his throat as he places his glass in the sink.
     
    “Go to bed, dad.” She says, pulling off her sweater. “I’m going to have a shower then I’m going to get to bed, too.”
     
      She watches as her dad walks down the hall, turning right to go into his room before he shuts the door behind him.
     
      She leans against the counter, sighing out and rubbing her fisted fingers over her eyes before reaching up to the back of her head and pulling the elastic off her ponytail.
     
      Alia walks down the dark hallway, passing her parent’s bedroom, careful not to make a ruckus as she makes her way into the bathroom.
     
      She steps onto the cold tile with her socked feet before closing the door behind her and locking it by pushing in the doorknob.
     
      She unbuttons her cardigan, before sliding it off of her arms and hanging it on the hook behind the bathroom door, the ivory buttons scratching lightly against the wood as her sweater swings.
     
      Alia pulls her t-shirt over her head, sighing as she tosses it to the ground before unhooking her bra and letting it fall to the floor, too.
     
      She walks over to the tub, turning on the hot water and letting it run over her fingers before adjusting the temperature with the cold water