Free All Over You (Unforgettable You, Book 1.5) by Beverley Kendall Page A

day. Inside, I’d been freaking out but on the outside I’d pretended I’d be all right on my own.
    “ I don’t understand why you slept with him after he came back,” April says as she shifts, curling her legs up on the other side of her body. “I mean if you were mad at him for not returning your calls and all that, when he came back why did you have sex with him?”
    I shake my head in confusion. “I don’t know. I guess I thought that everything was back to normal now that we knew I wasn’t pregnant. When he came back, he seemed so happy to see me and, of course, I was still in love with him. But I realized after, you know, that I didn’t feel the same. The more I thought about how he’d treated me when he was back home in LA, the angrier I got. I kept thinking that he wouldn’t have been happy to see me if I’d actually been pregnant. That what he actually had been was relieved not so much as happy.”
    April and Olivia both nod in understanding.
    “ All I knew was I didn’t want to be with someone who wasn’t going to stick by me if I ever found myself in that situation. My mom’s a single mother and I’ve seen how hard it’s been for her to raise me by herself.”
    “ Of course,” Olivia says softly, her eyes filled with sympathy.
    “ But you believe him now, right? That he wouldn’t have bailed on you?” April asks as if needing the confirmation.
    I nod slowly, my head bobbing up and down repeatedly. “Yes, I do now.” I shove aside any niggling feelings of doubt I may have.
    He’s not like my father.
    Scott wants me back. He fought to get me back like he hadn’t done a year ago. And I’m still in love with him. I want us to get things back to where we were before. To what we had before.
    He’s not a thing like my father.
    “ Well if it helps, I believe him too,” April says.
    “ Me too,” Olivia chimes in.
    I give a small smile and send up a silent prayer that things work out.
     
    * * *
     
    When I return from my shift at the library that Friday at six, my roommates practically accost me the second I enter the apartment. Because Zach has an away game and will be gone until Sunday, Liv and April decided to make tonight a girls’ night in, which usually entails watching Ryan Gosling movies while consuming pounds of salty snacks and gallons of carbonated beverages.
    “ So tonight is your first official we’re-back-together-again date, huh?” April asks, already eyeing me up and down, her hand cupping her chin in a loose imitation of The Thinker .
    “ Yep.” Given the choice between a movie or dinner, I’d chosen dinner. My thoughts: me and Scott in a darkened theatre wouldn’t be the best idea. But what am I going to do, avoid being alone with him…in the dark? And for how long? Although, it’s not like we’re horny teenagers who can’t control ourselves. Okay, so technically I’m still a teenager but I’m going to be twenty in four months.
    “ Good. Well come on.” With that command, April turns and starts toward the bedrooms in the back, naturally expecting me to follow. Olivia is already two steps in front of me and one step behind her.
    “ I’m going to make sure you’re dressed for the occasion. In other words, that he suffers the deaths of a thousand fires for making you break up with him in the first case.”
    That has us all chortling.
    Did I mention April has done a bit of acting?
    An hour later, I have to admit, I’m feeling and looking better than I have in a while. I have the kind of long, thick hair that does nothing but hang there. Most of the time, I don’t have the patience—or time—to wrestle with it so I just wear it straight or pull it into a loose slipknot.
    Tonight, April uses her model skills and patiently curls it into something pretty stunning if I may say so myself. Seriously, like I’d gotten it done at a professional salon. Olivia does my makeup and they both help choose my outfit. And like the pampered princess I’m so not, I give